root@geek.lio.is:~$ cat aboutme.txt
I'm
Lio Mori —born in 1980, forged in the fires of 8-bit logic, raised on BASIC, MIDI, and a chronic resistance to mainstream anything.
I'm a musician, a digital nomad, a coder, an artist, a systems fiddler, and an eternal tinker of both obsolete tech and tools so new they don’t even have a proper README.
My first machine was a
CZ 10 —Argentina’s knockoff of the Timex Sinclair 10— and before I could even write cursive, I was already abusing
POKE commands to glitch out game sprites like a prepubescent cyberpunk.
My concept of “play” involved crashing tape-loaded programs and reverse-engineering things I barely understood. I didn’t read fairy tales —I read memory maps (and sci-fi books).
Through the '90s I lived inside command lines. MS-DOS 5.0, Turbo Pascal, RM/COBOL-85 (don’t ask, long story), and a bit later, Red Hat, Slackware, and the sweet agony of X11 configuration by hand. I learned about IRQ conflicts the hard way and got my first taste of real sysadmining trying to fix sound card drivers at 3AM.
I ran BBSs, wrote batch scripts that broke more than they fixed, and spent unhealthy amounts of time on some obscure mIRC channels —where ASCII wars were a legitimate artform, warez had their own underground economy, and if there were more than 37 users online, it felt like a digital riot about to erupt.
The World Wide Web? I met her in 1994. She was slow, mostly grey backgrounds, and powered by HTML 2.0. Making a single GIF load was a victory. JavaScript was black magic. Flash was a god. And CSS? We didn’t talk about CSS.
Fast-forward a few decades, and here I am: still hacking. Still composing weird music that sounds like it came from a robot’s fever dream. Still experimenting with DAWs, MIDI chains, VSTs, web synths, AI and code stacks that should never be used together.
I make apps, digital art, and conceptual nonsense that walks the blurry line between "useful" and "what the hell is that?"
I live in the void between creation and collapse. I build things not because I need to —but because entropy pisses me off. If something breaks, I want to know why. If something works, I want to make it weirder. I live in Neovim, dream in Git commits, and talk to APIs like they're old friends with emotional baggage.
Whether it’s a circuit-bent groovebox, a web terminal with a god complex, or a narrative universe stitched together by shell scripts and markdown files —if it’s odd, unstable, or unexplored, I’m probably already in there breaking stuff.