It trails the wind, comes stealing in at night / Bedews all things with thin and soundless threads.

When on this ground we once do say farewell, / Alone, far-flung, we’ll tread a thousand miles.

Translation of a famous sijo from Chosun-era poet Hwang Jinyi

What is most meaningful to me about my writing habit is that the dream of writing this story is no longer a dream, but my waking reality.

Here’s how I set up a Backblaze B2 bucket with a local proxy for Mastodon object storage.

I crashed and burned on overachieving NaNoWriMo, but learned some valuable lessons from the experience.

The long, grim cloak of war do I cast off / The skirt of girlhood I put on with love.

The heroine of the indie game Carto is a nonspeaking girl, and it’s neither tragic nor remarkable.

Update the package database and manually resolve dependencies.

This is but how the world goes all the time / Alone I laugh, and none do understand!