Muhammad Gane
Automation • Agentic Tools • Experiments • Writing
About
In life, we all move through our own wayward journeys in search of fulfillment—suitability in a craft, happiness (no matter how abstract), and a sense of belonging. That indefinite pursuit of vocation is what has driven me forward, anchored in a simple philosophy: I can be better than I was yesterday. All I have to do is keep returning to the kind of work I genuinely love—the kind that feels like play to me, even if it looks like work to everyone else. I built this website as a culmination of my body of work so far, and whatever is still to come.
Before I can even remember, as a child I'd spend hours with language: reading science fiction and fantasy, writing poems and short stories, taking pieces of my reality and feeding them into the inner machinery of my mind. I'd get lost in the idea that something as simple as a sequence of words could ignite imagination—so that, when you closed your eyes, those words could feel more real than the world around you. I could see the worlds J.R.R. Tolkien, Patrick Rothfuss, and Frank Herbert created somehow, despite them existing only in prose.
As I got older, I found myself pulled more and more toward programming. It felt like the same kind of magic—another language you could learn, another way to bring something into existence that wasn't there before. The more I built, the more I realized software could be its own form of world-making: creative freedom with structure, imagination with constraints, ideas turned into realities that other people (and I) could disappear into for hours. A sense of escapism, a sense of wonder, and a sense of discovery—qualities I used to associate only with the best fiction.
This site is meant to be a living document: a digital footprint I get to leave behind, refine over time, and share. I hope what you find here gives you even a small uptick in happiness, efficiency, or usefulness. To close, a quote that feels fitting—for my journey, and for all of ours:
"Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us." - Marcel Proust (1871 - 1922)"
