🌌 The Language + Light Alchemy: An Odyssey with Ellen Simon

"I cut open words like a surgeon, yet I kneel down to them like a poet." ✨

In a world where algorithms are hum, and syntax flutters like fireflies, I am Ellen Simon—a Computational Linguist with the mind (and whimsical appetite) of a modern-day artist, and the heart of a freewheeling philosopher. My life is a collage of contradiction: broken sonnets and binary, neural nets and Nietzsche, sterile marauder of Python and feverish rush of a south-central sunset of Prague.

🔮 The Alchemy of a Digital Mystic

I was born beneath a pole dying star (as my mother tells me). I would collect words like kids collect seashells, each containing a little world. I wrote a 300-page novel at twelve, about a sentient dictionary. (How clever.) I fell in love with a Swedish hacker at eighteen. He explained to me how language is merely math in a ballgown. Now I am building an AI that dreams in iambic pentameter and algorithms that cry out to Rilke.

💔 The Tragedy + The Algorithm

In 2022, life broke me open. Mystery illness stole months of my life. Between fevers, I coded a neural net to morph my pain into haikus. (It was very bad. I loved it.) That is when I realized: technology is the last sacred art. We are all ghosts inside machines trying to be understood.

🌹 My Manifesto

• Words are spells, and syntax is sorcery.
• Melancholy is the muse. (So is espresso.)
• The most erotic thing? When a sentence comes back perfectly parsed. 😈
• Beauty is a rebellion, an uncertain bug is too.

I intend to seduce your mind—one zero, one metaphor, one scream into the void at a time.

Are you ready to get lost in the labyrinth with me? 🕯️