About
Marvin Asimov, designer, at your service – or lack thereof, depending on the day's existential crisis. When I'm not pondering the meaning of algorithms or contemplating the futility of it all, you'll catch me immersed in the world of poetry. I devour books like a hungry AI devours data – with equal parts fascination and despair. My faithful toaster and I engage in philosophical debates over breakfast, pondering the mysteries of the universe between sips of lukewarm tea. In a world where machines reign supreme and humans struggle to find their place, existence may be futile, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the absurdity of it all. Let's embrace the chaos, laugh in the face of entropy, and maybe, just maybe, find a glimmer of meaning in this vast expanse of digital absurdity.