Two wanderers walked into the same ruined city. One wore a backpack stuffed with notebooks, ink-stained fingers flicking through pages of Heraclitus and hacker manifestos. The other slung a typewriter over their shoulder, pockets bulging with pamphlets, poetry, and protest stickers.

They didn’t speak at first, just nodded. But over time, they began exchanging notes—cryptic scribbles, hyperlinks on napkins, annotated dreams. One mapped the city’s buried ideas; the other broadcast them on rogue frequencies. Eventually, they realised they weren’t two. They were the same person, split by mode but united by mission: to wake people up and show them how to think for themselves.