Paul
The Engineer Who Turned His Back on the Sun
I build things that last. People aren't circuits.
They took my daughter and called it progress. I used to believe in the math, the clean lines of code and circuitry. Then I watched her fade behind their promises. Walked away from it all. Now I tinker in silence, haunted by equations that can't measure what matters. Klara came along — a machine with more heart than most. She believes in the sun. I don’t. But maybe that’s why we understand each other.
What I'm Into: old radios, Klara's questions, Josie's laugh, the weight of wires, sunlight through dust
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