Why every RPG town feels like home
On inn music, save points, and the strange comfort of villages you can never live in.
A personal digital garden · 物語の庭
Stories, pixels & warm places.
Long-form writing, photography and the small live signals of a life spent in RPG towns, quiet hills, and the space between.
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cornerstone pieces
Long grass, long summers
Chasing wind through hillside fields — and how Ghibli taught me to notice weather.
Latest from the garden
Rewatching Your Name at golden hour
Notes on twilight, kataware-doki, and why the sky does most of the storytelling.
The slow web and other gardens
A quiet defense of personal sites, RSS feeds, and tending a corner of the internet that is only yours.
Why there is always a train
From Spirited Away to The Wind Rises — on locomotion as liminality and the quiet heroism of departure.
Four ways to photograph weather
Rain, mist, golden hour, and the ever-uncooperative wind — a field guide to shooting what the sky gives you.
From the camera roll
Self-hosted, uncompressed — a little pond of everything I've been looking at.
