I Used AI to Write a Letter to My Future Self — A Cyborg Poet’s Confession in Neon Lights

As a Brooklyn-born daughter of a韩裔 artist and Black programmer, I built an interactive narrative where slots aren’t just games—they’re midnight conversations with memory. This is not about winning. It’s about how the glow of random symbols mirrors my own loneliness, and how algorithmic beauty becomes a quiet ritual. I write for those who feel unseen in digital spaces.
I Used AI to Write a Letter to My Future Self — A Cyborg Poet’s Confession in Neon Lights

When My Code Starts Dreaming: A Digital Nomad’s Reflection on AI, Identity, and the Neon Night

I grew up between Brooklyn’s midnight alleys and Berlin’s quiet studios—raised by a Black mother and German father, fluent in two worlds. This is not a game about luck—it’s about how algorithms silently reshape memory. In this piece, I trace my journey from coder to dreamer: where every line of code becomes a heartbeat, and every pause holds the weight of a moment no one else sees.
When My Code Starts Dreaming: A Digital Nomad’s Reflection on AI, Identity, and the Neon Night