Victor Grösser

My mind lives in the future. It's a “Millennium mind,” wired for systems, code, and the relentless speed of information. It thinks in refactors, in database schemas, in lines of logic. It sees the blueprint before the building.

But my soul... my soul has old-school values. It craves the weight of a well-made tool. The smell of an old book. The simple, unshakeable logic of “brick by brick.”

And I live in the space between.

The “Dev” in me wants to tear it all down and rebuild it with cleaner code. The “Legal Thinker” in me wants to honor the precedent, to find the truth in the old text. And the “Creative Builder” just stands in the middle, holding a blueprint in one hand and a worn-out hammer in the other.

It's an “endless loop of nostalgia.” A constant ache for a past I never lived in, clashing with a future I can't build fast enough.

It’s the tension between the ephemeral and the permanent. Between a line of code that can be deleted in a second, and the 'why' behind it, which feels like it's carved in stone. Between the chaos of a thousand digital ideas, and the deep, quiet need to build one single thing that lasts.

I’ve stopped trying to choose between them. The digital mind and the analog soul are not enemies. They are two parts of the same engine.

The mind builds the system. The soul builds the foundation.

And the work? The work is just to build. Brick by digital brick. With old-school hands.