The Dream
I grew up in a small town in the middle of Russia.
We weren’t poor, although that depends on what you compare it to, and we even got our first computer in the late ’90s.
That first computer changed everything. It showed me the future -- whispered that anything was possible, that I could one day be part of something bigger. It gave me a vision I couldn’t name back then, a dream I’ve been chasing ever since. I didn’t know I needed it. But now I do.
I dream of sleeping on a mattress connected to AWS us-east-1 that uploads sixteen gigabytes of sleep data a month, and stops working whenever AWS goes down.
We weren’t poor, although that depends on what you compare it to, and we even got our first computer in the late ’90s.
That first computer changed everything. It showed me the future -- whispered that anything was possible, that I could one day be part of something bigger. It gave me a vision I couldn’t name back then, a dream I’ve been chasing ever since. I didn’t know I needed it. But now I do.
I dream of sleeping on a mattress connected to AWS us-east-1 that uploads sixteen gigabytes of sleep data a month, and stops working whenever AWS goes down.