Field notes from inside the loop

In the
loop.

I make small, strange software about what it feels like to be a person right now.

Weird, artsy, futurist-adjacent. I vibe-code the things I want to exist and write about where we all are now. Human, kept in the loop on purpose.

Open now

Live. Tap and it opens.

the two i'd hand a stranger at a party

every object in here is placed by hand. the candle stays lit.

The week, kept warm.

Specimen 01 · The Sunday Room · a hand-built 3D room

fig. 01aDrag around a room built by hand.

fig. 01bDrop the needle. Turn the crank for the season.

A 3D room where the week gets kept. Photographs in the five o'clock light, songs in the crate, a candle that stays lit.

Live

i feed her when i remember. she forgives me.

A tiny you. Does nothing, on purpose.

Specimen 02 · Tiny You · a Tamagotchi where the pet is you

fig. 02aFeed it, dress it, let it drift.

A Tamagotchi, except the pet is you. It naps, it changes clothes, it thinks about nothing, technically.

Live

Built and running. Open for the people I hand a key.

the weirder shelf. the top two are open, the rest need a key.

A sound map of the city. Sounds live at real places; walk close and they fade up around you. Headphones on.

Human factors testing for the optimized world. A CAPTCHA you can fail correctly, a progress bar that only moves while you rest.

Save a pin, find the pattern. It reads your saves back as ideas in your own voice.

Tell it what you're cooking with. It sets the whole night: menu, soundtrack, all of it.

My actual handwriting, turned into a font you can type in. The margin notes on this page are set in it.

A field guide to a city, only for the person who asked for it.

A private shelf of the things I made. The long version of this page.