Max Wollum

UX/Content Design

Where, sometimes, facing the future, we see veins

of ours, and others, but always we come first

optionally, no, willingly; participants choosing options furlingly

we unravel and, holding, at both ends we call

to the middle, a place we know dearly as

together is where we found ourselves, so we continue there.

Some poetry...

I don't remember forgetting, it just seems to happen. But the mind is kind enough to remind us later, of a thing we used to know. "Oh what was it..." always just out of reach, it is most peculiar to have no recollection of a thing at all. The thing I am, the person people know me as, is just a thing I've failed to forget. My mannerisms, my preferences, my ongoing relationships nestled between obligation. All these things, only meaningful because I've never forgotten them. To remember is to be alive, to be someone is to not forget.

Some creative writing...

Personal project turning an old Neo Geo game into a physical card game...