The Color Cotton Waits For
A quiet walk through a cotton field, memory, and the colors we keep waiting for.
Some of my recent works
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A quiet walk through a cotton field, memory, and the colors we keep waiting for.
What a failed 2002 deal in Moscow means for spaceflight today, and how I ended up hooked on the story in the first place.
Not reviews. Not ratings. Just the films that entered me deepest - what they made me feel, what they quietly changed in me forever.
I build things on the web — mostly the kind that live somewhere between utility and art. Some of it ships, some of it doesn't, and I've made peace with that ratio.
I also write: poetry, stories, the occasional novel attempt, and blog posts about whatever's living in my head that week — Linux, anime, lately into spaceflight. The code and the writing tend to blur together — interactive fiction, generative experiments, things that feel a little more alive.
Outside a terminal, I'm usually a few chapters into an unfinished book, a John Mayer playlist running in the background, and staring at art longer than normal.
mood: (.-.) kiwi (.-.)