a quieter timeline

2017 — a bad year, but I learned to type with my eyes closed.

2018 — wrote a lot, shipped nothing, regretted neither.

2020 — someone I loved died. I built something to forget, which did not work, which is how I learned grief prefers honest software.

2022 — started signing my code with comments that sound like goodbyes.

today — you are reading this, which is strange and kind.