Measure the distance to the stars,
Keep the echoes of world.

Technology, art, and moments after dark: an unresolved question, an unfinished recording, a few words still meant for someone.

strike us

Recent signals, some come from reasoning. Others, from a window before dawn.

Write a program, adjust a light, send sound down a new path. Understanding grows through making.

I sort through questions, preserve moments, and leave room for who I am still becoming. Sometimes a record reaches someone else’s night.

Build with tools. Refine your eye through the work of others.