The rustling of leaves against wind fills a forest with a static,
for a stream to whisper in, and she says:
"are you tired yet?"
"Come, rest by my water. Throw these leaves into my current
and watch them fly."

“Now, imagine this:”
“You are a stone, one of many, tumbling through that same current,
gently brushed by my surrounding embrace."

Through the rustling of leaves
and the chattering of the forest,
the stream whispers once more,
“Now, understand this:
you are no different from a stone within my water,
and you are no different from the roots that drink me,
and you are no different from the leaves that fly along my edge.”

“Do you understand?”

Welcome to this corner of the internet! It is a primitive love letter to the history of technology. I am not an experienced coder by any means, I am actually an artist-- and please enjoy the pieces I have uploaded here as a portion of my portfolio -- but I have been relearning code for this project and have had the privelege to donate the $5 monthly subscription and now have a less personal page dedicated to my hyperfixations, currently it's all about Jonathan Hultén, but I like cyberpunk 2077 and much more and might remake the page when I am ready to. Above in the BLOGS tab is my most accurate online journal if you'd ever like to hear about a stranger's life.

Be patient as I fight to remember my 8th grade coding lessons...