The Bonfire I Never Lit: The Cost of Someone Else's Dream
I came to Berserk for dark fantasy. What I found was a mirror showing me how long I'd been living as someone else's tool instead of lighting my own fire.
Some of my recent works
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I came to Berserk for dark fantasy. What I found was a mirror showing me how long I'd been living as someone else's tool instead of lighting my own fire.
There are some songs that don't need lyrics. The melody does all the talking, or maybe it's the silence between the notes that speaks the loudest.
I finally did it. After years of dealing with Windows' nonsense, I jumped ship to Arch Linux. Here's what the last six months have been like—the good, the bad, and the configs that randomly break.
I build things on the web. Some of them work, some don't. The ones that do usually live somewhere between utility and art.
I also write—poetry, stories, novels, the occasional rambling post. Sometimes the code and the writing blur together. Interactive fiction, generative experiments, things that feel alive.
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