“Not great…” I typed. “It’s flat. There’s no traction.” Paul was writing back… He’d asked me how my work was going, in a Slack message. “OK, What does “no traction” mean to you?” I told him it felt like people weren’t noticing anything, like it was missing the mark. It was May 2019. Rain was...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
