After street lamps, the world forgot the humble link boy: a young lad with a candle or a torch, who could be hired for a farthing to light someone’s way home through the darkness. In thieves’ cant, they were known as glym jacks.

Hi!

You have ended up on the personal website of Jack Glym. I am a writer, pixelsmith and graduate student in computational biology. My current residence is somewhat smeared across much of Europe, depending on the exact time when you are asking. I am busily uncovering the intricacies of complex living systems, and occasionally they fight back.

This web garden is where I keep much of the stuff that I make. Sometimes that is an essay exploring some obscure corner of our reality that I just kind of got stuck on. Sometimes it is an exceedingly silly piece of code. Other times yet, it may be a dark ritual binding an ancient god.

I make things, I could not stop if I wanted to, and now those things live here. Tread softly, do not feed them, and we may both just make it out alive.

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If you would like to reach out, check the contact page. You can also find me hanging out on Mastodon.