The ghost in the GPS coordinates I spent three months fighting a hard suspension for a plumbing client whose listing was nuked simply because they shared a suite number with a defunct law firm. Google didn’t want proof of a…

The office smells of peppermint tea and the yellowing edges of old property tax ledgers. As I sit here watching the digital pulse of this city, I see more than just dots on a map; I see the livelihoods of…

The logistics of a Proximity Beacon I spent three months fighting a hard suspension for a plumbing client whose listing was nuked simply because they shared a suite number with a defunct law firm. Google didn’t want proof of a…

The city smells like wet concrete and ozone today. I walk past storefronts that look perfectly normal to the naked eye, but I see the digital ghosts flickering behind the glass. Every merchant here is fighting for a spot in…