Useless Projects:
Living on My Terms and Finding Meaning

By day, I build systems that scale.
Private clouds. Thousands of nodes.
Infrastructure where machines aren’t named, only counted.
Where servers are cattle, and not pets.

And I do love it.
The science. The engineering.
The elegance of large systems, the challenge of getting them right,
the precision of seeing every piece click into place.

But in my own time, I come home to smaller things.
To what I call my “useless projects”.
They don’t scale. They’re not meant to.
They’re not optimized. They’re not marketable.
But they matter, quietly.

I write without an audience.
I tinker without deadlines.
I rebuild machines I could easily virtualize.
I build the kind of world that doesn’t ask me to perform.

If my work is engineering in the large,
my joy is engineering in the small.
With names. With care. With fingerprints.

In a world that expects noise, I choose quiet.
In systems that want output, I choose process.
And in seasons where I feel lost, I choose small, slow, and sincere.

I make space for the non-productive.
For the deeply personal. For things that whisper instead of shout.
Because not everything needs a reason.
And not everything needs to be seen to be real.

This is my offline outpost.
This is where I rebuild.