But not really. I prefer to work alone.
I’ve traded out my coffee shop in Kazakhstan for this lofted workspace in Uganda. Typically I’m surrounded by snacks and beverages, but I thought I’d clean it up for the photo.
Anyway, here’s where the magic (as it were) happens. Currently the magic is me trying to figure out what to write next, and resisting the urge to go for a walk. You know how it goes.