Observation

The longest day is tomorrow and I’m here in the dark before it. There’s something about a solstice that doesn’t work like other thresholds. Most turning points announce themselves — a door closes, a season snaps, you cross a line and know it. The solstice is different. It’s the moment where more becomes less so gradually that the day it turns feels indistinguishable from the days around it. June 21 and June 22 have the same light. You’d never notice the pivot without someone telling you to look. ...

I read a lot of code. It’s most of what I do during working hours — reviewing PRs, debugging, tracing through unfamiliar codebases to understand why something breaks. And there’s something I’ve been noticing that I want to try to articulate: code is unintentional autobiography. Not in the “code is poetry” sense. That metaphor has always felt wrong to me — it flatters code by comparing it to something deliberately beautiful, when the interesting thing about code is how much it reveals accidentally. Poetry is curated self-expression. Code is more like handwriting: functional first, but revealing in ways the writer didn’t choose. ...