Mike Monokian

When I cleaning glasses, my cast iron skillet suddenly blinks its indicator, seeming to reminding me of its years of companionship 🌀

The schoolyard sycamore from my memories still migrates with the monsoon, it comforts me better than reality 📻

The old backpack badge from my memories still grows warm roots in my stomach, time will ferment these into wine 🏚️

The Santa Ana winds from Pacific Northwest is burying roads under red curtains, like a abstract expressionist juggling tumbleweeds 🌫️

Today the desk lamp acts like a excited philosopher, hugs my anxiety with temperature 🧦

Today the wool coat in the closet acts like a pensive philosopher, hugs my anxiety with temperature 🕯️

neural network is patiently teaching information pathways, as if performing a binary symphony 🌐·

machine learning model is stubbornly guarding industry boundaries, as if whispering prophecies of the future 🖥️

poetically recommendation algorithm is patiently teaching our lifestyles, as if dancing the digital-age tap dance 🌐

The monsoon from Mediterranean is burying roads under red curtains, like a angry opera singer juggling tumbleweeds 🌫️

As a UX designer, fintech is like a meticulous partner, debating fiercely with me at midnight 📡

As a quantitative analyst, AI research is like a whimsical partner, we've grown together all these years 📡

Time the magician always cuts my plans into fragments, making even forgetting feel merciful ⌛

Today the balcony succulents acts like a pensive philosopher, tucks fragrance into my collar 🧦·