Other Worlds

Not all versions of us live in one place.

Some are more employable than others.
Some are better lit.
Some are made of code, some of photographs, some of unfinished thoughts posted too late at night and left there as public evidence.

This page is a small map of those parallel selves.

There is the professional one, neatly ironed and LinkedIn-approved.
There is the builder one, leaving commits, experiments, and half-formed digital contraptions on GitHub.
There is the image-chasing one, wandering through light, blur, dust, rain, reflections, quiet streets, and accidental geometry.
There is also the social one, although that word may be doing some generous heavy lifting here.

Different platforms hold different fragments. None of them is the full story. Together, they come close enough.

Some places are for work.
Some are for photographs.
Some are for whatever happens when curiosity refuses to sit still.

So this is not really a “find me online” page.
It is more of a controlled leak.

Where Each Version Lives

Each platform here carries a slightly different accent.

LinkedIn is the clean shirt version - experience, work, career, the respectable narrative we tell in daylight.

GitHub is where the screws, wires, rough edges, and actual evidence live - code, experiments, side projects, and the occasional idea that escaped before it was fully house-trained.

Instagram, Flickr, and 500px carry the visual side - street frames, abstractions, passing weather, odd stillness, beautiful decay, and whatever else insists on being photographed without offering an explanation.

Facebook is a more mixed room - thoughts, photos, fragments, and the usual internet archaeology.

YouTube is where process sometimes learns to speak out loud - bits of tech, things being built, ideas being tested, and occasionally a camera wandering into the conversation.

A Small Warning Before Entering

The same person runs all of these accounts, but not always with the same temperature.

One platform may look thoughtful.
Another may look technical.
Another may look like someone stared at a wet wall for too long and called it art.

All fair. All true enough.

Elsewhere, If We Must Call It That

Browse, click, lurk, inspect, follow, or simply confirm that I do in fact keep scattering parts of myself across the internet like a badly organized archive.

The cards below should help.