The revolution has finally come for software engineers. The non-techies have the pitchforks, AI has the tokens, and nobody bothered to read the manifesto.

Thirty years in, the JavaScript ecosystem would like to see other languages. They're younger, leaner and faster. What could possibly go wrong?

Like a mouse in a trap, I took the bait. Then came the bill, the cameras and the creeping fear of escaping the trap without leaving a trace.

Why do so many outstanding software engineers become mediocre managers? A reflection on promotions, ambition, and why climbing the career ladder doesn't always mean moving up.

From unintelligible captain announcements to Deutsche Bahn mishaps — discover how a wartime expression about train stations became the perfect way to describe modern confusion and miscommunication.

Set the scene, dim the lights, and scream action.

Christmas lights, no warmth. Debris, no snow. Disappointments, no gifts. Walls, no home. Lines, no plot.

And it doesn't matter

Tap tap and it’s done / Whenever I pay the price / I remember you

Hints of your traces / Fingerprints all over me / I see it, I sigh

Doing math and doing time. The clock ticks, the last call echoes as the answer materialises — a terminal narrative.

Hints of your traces / Fingerprints all over me / I see it, I sigh

Summer hits Berlin and uncovers what winter kept behind closed doors. Rise or plummet. Live or die. Fold or unfold. You already know how this ends.

Zikra, Arabic for memory, is a puzzle game based on photos taken over the years

The memory lives / The feelings begin to die / In between, I wait

Suspended between earth and sky, winter and spring, the present and the future, I travel to the source. But it's too late, it seems. The stone is sculpted, the manifesto written and the gas unleashed

A high-speed train ride across Germany and a 90s book from Japan beg the question: Where am I going? I'm not sure the answer's on board just yet.

No downtown, no direction — just searching for a patch of sun to dry off before diving back in. A drizzle that never really stops and a stranger who’s made himself at home — the only constant changes.

Best guarded secret / Forgot to hide all the clues / I finally know

On a birthday without cake and a night without candles, I find myself rubbing shoulders with strangers, the dead, and my inner doubts. Not quite the guest list I had in mind.

An unexpectedly sunny winter day in Berlin and an expected delivery stir up dust and memories. Between light and shadow, warmth and cold, order and chaos, some things refuse to settle.

A place where people vanish, a city that never forgets, a guy who should know better. Come with me to the haunted café? You better not

A little wiser / My next level unlocked / Turning thirty-six

Love, addiction, and a city that won’t let go