Justin Mather

The bridge between two worlds

If you were born in the 80s or 90s, you grew up in a world that doesn't exist anymore.

You remember when friendship meant knocking on someone's door, not sending a text.

When Saturday mornings were made for cartoons, not scrolling feeds.

When happiness came from mixtapes, bike rides, and streetlights telling you it was

Reading and storytelling are empathy engines in disguise. They force you to inhabit someone else's inner world—not just understand their actions, but feel how those actions land from their perspective.

There's something profound about how stories work on us. They're not just entertainment or information transfer. They're perspective-shifting

The question of if a drum machine has no soul keeps coming back to me. No matter how sophisticated the AI gets, how much processing power we throw at photography software, a phone camera hits physical limits that no algorithm can overcome. Real bokeh requires actual optics, actual distance, actual light behaving according to physics.

There's

I wanted an AI to do my chores so I could do art, but AI makes art, and I still have to do my chorеs.

Biking is the closest thing to flying like a bird that most of us will ever see.