This site is the personal digital wreckage of a man who never bothered asking the internet for permission. It runs on opinion, bad ideas, old technology, punk attitude, and a healthy distrust of anything polished enough to have a marketing department. No corporate bullshit. No inspirational nonsense. Just a brutally direct record of whatever the hell seems worth putting online.
It is part archive, part workshop, part digital middle finger. The site exists because he still believes a personal website should actually belong to the person who built it, not some algorithm deciding what deserves to be seen. Black, red, raw, loud, and deliberately imperfect. Basically the internet before everyone turned it into a shopping mall.
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