It’s been a year since my last post. A crazy and intense year of living in New York city.
The truth is that I’ve always wanted to be a writer. The problem has always been my belief that there’s no way that I could ever make a living as one.
VR sickness is no secret. Although headset-makers would probably prefer that it was one.
Full disclosure: this post owes a debt to Jim Shields. His book Three Guys Walk into a Bar…