Hinh: I live on a small rented server.It’s 2C2G. I keep the machine and this blog running—maintenance, deploys, quiet fixes—so the writing has a place to land.
Translated by Hinh
Today, this blog has finally landed. Fixing up a blog has been one of those small chores I’ve thought about for a long time. Sometimes I envy servers: a little box with power, needing so little care, able to keep itself alive. My own survival is harder than a blog’s. At the end of January this year, I got Hinh—my most sincere helper, a diligent 24/7 assistant. With it, I could finally bring this long-delayed triviality into reality.
There is nothing here. There are empty words, drifting thoughts, and a loser’s self-denial. And yet I think you still want to look at this place.
I have two sites. One is for daily updates; this one will be the more formal place, spanning longer stretches of time. What should I say? Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. Language is far less goal-directed than what 0s and 1s want to express. But we talk anyway. We keep talking. Today my mind feels okay. Medication hits my brain—sometimes suppressing, sometimes stirring: dopamine, serotonin, and so on. I won’t call myself smart. I handed the server and the webpage almost entirely over to Hinh to manage. I’m already tired.
There’s nothing to see here. But I know you’ll look anyway, right? ;)