I built a container runtime. Not a wrapper around runc, not a shim that delegates to someone else’s code — an actual OCI runtime that uses fork, unshare, pivot_root, and mount directly. It’s called ironbox, and it’s on crates.io.

Abyss open, fallen angel cast away
chained, pixelated daydreams display
sulfric inferno, platonic heat burning
fresh clean air now just a yearning
squashy gaming chair, a tower of London rack
river styx float the Jira corpses water black
gun revolving, each bullet, message of slack
monday a dreary hell, to Red Hat i am back

I wanted a simple way to browse classical music from the terminal. The OpenOpus API is free, doesn’t require a key, and has solid metadata on composers and works. So I built a small Rust CLI called Opus Explorer to search composers, list their works, get random suggestions, and keep a local listening log.

The void, the infimisimatly small and large nothingness.
perhaps a paradise for Mephistopheles.
I descended further and further.
No Virgil by my side,
the darkness was a pyramid, my eyes the pharoh.
In this vast silence I contemplated my life.
What had been and what never was.
a flatulation broke the silence,
followed by a squeaky “Sorry”
from a voice that was not my own…

light blue, pink colours sun waves goodbye
on a life lived, deep truths mixed with lie
rope hanging, well knotted the circle noose
feet dangling, breath fled, soul towards Zeus

field of flowers, warm smiles and butterflies
now corpse upon ground, ravens eating thy eyes
reaper shorn true, giving a cold eternal embrace
River Styx carried by Charon to thee shadowy place

I’ve been building SmartCDN built entirely on Cloudflare Workers. It is an interesting project to learn edge computing and turned into something not useful. Here’s what it does, what I learned, and the issues I ran into.

Ackchyually… that is not a Vizagapatam piece, note the deeply carved floral ebony patterns that give it away as a Ceylonese piece…
Ahh foooool, that linear grain and absence of Schreger lines give the piece an Ivory immitation pale and noncreamy to the real thing…
Οἰνοβαρές, κυνὸς ὄμματ’ ἔχων, κραδίην δ’ ἐλάφοιο….. the brown and amber mottling is too high contrast for real tortoiseshell, it must have a more fluid, chaotic blend of colors.

A post about delicable delicous desires to be done in 2026.

Photos from 2025, displayed in chronological order.

fire and frost, irritate the skin
pain and sorrow our lifelong friend
breath short, exhale watch the mist
fog over the eyes, death’s sweet kiss

depression, despair, forlorn thoughts
woe is me, give in, all work for nought
iron blood the taste in mouth, dry tongue
knees on the ground, pain just begun