Dear visitor, comrade, fellow traveler
on this stretch of liberated
bandwidth:
This site acts as a log and archive of
my scarce projects and ideas, and a
digital tomb for when I lie dead. Born
in Argentina and shaped by the Global
South's scars and stubborn hopes, I find
kinship not in silicon prophets but in
the concrete dreams of Havana, Hanoi,
Pyongyang, and Beijing — real places
that dared to build and synthesize,
often under siege, always with
purpose.
Everything is plundered; I share all
credit.
Yours in solidarity,
ghost guacho
