This is his legacy.

My dad was a laborer. No rolodex, no donor list, no access to any of the rooms where things supposedly get decided. What he had was clarity — and people trusted it.

He was the one the whole family called about their ballots. Not because he told them what to think, but because he could put words to the thing they already felt and hadn't been able to name. He understood how the world actually worked decades before I had the reading list that gave it a vocabulary.

He built systems in his head. He ran the calculations on napkins and kept files no one else could read. He had ideas — good ones — and he never got to watch his best ones become real. They had nowhere to go. They lived in one trusted man who could only answer so many phone calls.

He died at work. After he was gone, my mom kept his politics, because nothing else explained the world half as well.

I've spent my life building a system to catch everything my mind makes before I lose it to time. He was the same way. The difference is that the world never gave him anywhere to put it.

So that's what I build. The daemon mythology behind all of it is named after him, and Korfe Labs is the software version of what he never got to ship — his hands, working at a scale that doesn't depend on one man and one phone. Everything here is downstream of him.