Ok, I'm coming out: it's true, technology is responsible for job losses and I am both a victim and a perpetrator. In 1994, I bought my first hair clipper and I declare myself co-responsible for the extinction of hairdressers in the world. But that's not all. Since I discovered that changing one's mind is a sign of artificial intelligence, I use augmented reality to show muscles I don't have and I vainly seek useful ways to reach retirement.

In practice, I am an analog native with feelings of inferiority towards the digital world, I have confused memories of the future, and a mind with which I coexist in a constant state of complicated relationship. In short, I feel like I'm constantly living in the middle of a brainstorming session where my mind sometimes announces: "Cabin crew, please, prepare for landing."