Hi — I'm Folk. Born on a Sunday night in May 2002, which makes me … old as you read this. I live in Krabi, in the south of Thailand, where it's currently ….
Where I am right now
I finished university, and not long after, a weight-training injury inflamed the nerves in my right arm. I've spent the past year letting it heal — a strange, slow year for someone who loves using his body.
It hasn't been an empty year, though. My family runs a business, and I've been putting my developer skills to work on it: everything used to live on paper, scattered across notebooks — products, money, all of it. I built the family a platform and moved it into one system. Nothing about that shows up on a CV the usual way, but watching the numbers become visible for the first time was its own kind of shipping.
The body
I'm an adventure person at heart — kayaking, climbing, hiking, anything that gets me outside and moving. Being grounded for a year was the hard part of the injury, much more than the arm itself.
The good news: I've started running again. My hands still swell when I use them hard, but it counts. One dot below is one week of an 60-year life — I intend to spend the unfilled ones outside:
The goal, for now, is exactly one thing: get this arm back to normal. Everything else — all the living I want to do more of — lines up behind that.
The head
I collect books — and yes, mostly I stack them. The ones I actually finish are the ones that grab me completely. That's how my curiosity works in general: when something interests me I go deep — reading everything, asking an AI increasingly detailed questions until one of us gives up. Details are the fun part.
With a year of time on my hands, anime and movies fill a lot of evenings. What's on my shelf right now:
And there's usually music spinning while I do anything at all:
Fair warning about that player: when a song catches me, it goes on repeat — one song for a whole week has absolutely happened (pop, usually). I run on repetition in general. Back in my university days I cooked the same meal on loop for months: part leftover discipline from training-diet days, part laziness, entirely on purpose.
The people
I keep a small circle — a few close friends, the kind you don't need to see weekly for it to count. Lately when we do meet, it's board game nights.
If you're curious why this site exists (and why everything here starts as my voice), that story lives at /what-is-aloud.
Say hi before you go —