This is like the programmer equivalent of WH Auden’s poem, The Unknown Citizen [0].
When I first read this poem I thought it was sad and about a person who wasted their life on mundane, average things. But now I think it’s a positive for a person who lived an average life on the outside but likely had a rich internal life that they didn’t share with the world and that we shouldn’t expect people to have metrics that we can externally measurable as to whether they were great or not.
I think it’s fantastic they this man’s passion is Soylent cat food hybrids for human consumption. He worked all those years and finally broke free for his passion.