There is a particular kind of restlessness that only goes away when I am making something. Not consuming, not planning — making. A sentence, a function, a drawing. The medium barely matters.

The blank page is a promise

Most people see an empty editor and feel dread. I have learned to read it as a promise: whatever goes here did not exist before, and it will exist because I decided it should.

The work is the reward. Everything downstream — the audience, the money, the reputation — is weather.

What this site is

This is my corner of the interweb. Words, code, and art. No dashboard, no database, no login. Just files in a folder, rendered to static HTML and served from the edge.

If you want to follow along, the newsletter is the best way. Otherwise, wander.