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Between Two Lodges
A moody, original text adventure about coffee, woods, clues, dreams, and the kind of hallway that knows your name.
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Personal site / emotional roadside attraction
Warm dispatches from the neon forest.
I make useful things with a strange little heartbeat: software, essays, songs, jokes with tiny fangs, and maps back to myself.
Equal parts diner coffee, haunted jukebox, field guide, and hopeful note found in a jacket pocket.
About
Tender systems, odd weather.
I like building things that help people feel more capable, less alone, and slightly more amused by the machinery of being alive.
Current frequency
Designing tools, writing essays, making music, and learning how to trust the quiet signal under the noise.
Operating principles
Be kind. Be specific. Keep a lantern nearby. Leave room for the joke and the feeling to both be true.
Projects
Things with knobs and souls.
A few editable placeholders for work that can be practical, poetic, or charmingly suspicious of false binaries.
Product / experiment
Signal in the Static
A small tool for turning messy notes into honest next steps, with room for uncertainty and excellent snacks.
Interactive fiction
Diner Oracle
A conversational story engine where every booth has a secret and the coffee knows a little too much.
Essay series
Soft Launch Into the Void
Field notes on making things, changing your mind, and remaining tender in highly optimized environments.
Arcade
Quarter-light favorites.
I would spend hours in arcades, following cabinet glow from one obsession to the next. I even skipped art class upstairs from my favorite childhood arcade in Plattsburgh, NY, because sometimes the real curriculum was vector beams, joysticks, and the sound of another coin dropping.
Writing
Essays from the booth by the window.
Notes on technology, identity, attention, grief, comedy, and the suspiciously heroic act of trying again tomorrow.
Music
Songs for fluorescent weather.
Synths, small rituals, late-night tenderness, and melodies that look directly at the void before asking whether it wants fries.
Nocturnal synths for cleaning the kitchen at midnight
Diner jukebox heartbreak with drum machines
Forest ambience, tape hiss, and small hopeful chords
Cats
Beverly and Lucinda from 2025 to current
Beverly and Lucinda are beloved tiny chaos professionals who chase ping pong balls, get in the bed with me, eat lots of Churu, and practice suspiciously meaningful eye contact.
Contact
Leave a message at the counter.
For collaborations, kind notes, strange ideas, playlists, and carefully scoped existential questions.