a note
The Internet Used to Have Rooms
Feeds are weather. Rooms had doors. I miss knowing which room I was in, and who might still be sitting on the floor.
late summer 2026
hover the words
Things I think, things I make, things I find. Plus the miscellaneous nonsense in between.
A personal corner of the internet. Not a résumé. Things I make can live here too — including ones you can buy.
a note
Feeds are weather. Rooms had doors. I miss knowing which room I was in, and who might still be sitting on the floor.
made something
Press the button. Receive a decision you should not follow. Refresh your sense of agency by rejecting it.
Continuefound on the internet
I keep this around as an antidote. No account. No feed. No lesson. Just a page that is allowed to be a page.
from the archive
The rain against the glass made a sound like quiet typing. I wrote in the margins of a book I was not reading.