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What the hands are doing while the head thinks it is in charge: drafting longhand, moving an archive box by box, six weeks of bytes in the right order until one line came out legible. Craft here means the unpaid hours, and the tools that turn out to be the work.

13 entries, newest first.

2026

Me on the balcony after the release, laptop and coffee on the little table, the ridge behind the town.
 

Ghosts in the wires

· Three months of evenings are public now, along with a list of everything in the machine I still cannot read.

Me on the balcony in the afternoon with the printed sheet across my knees and a coffee beside me.
 

Vedomost No. 2

· Software written in 1989 did payroll arithmetic on my desk, printed the form it was written for, and agreed with my pencil to the kopek.

Me at the screen before dawn, the dispatcher menu up in green Cyrillic, one hand at my throat.
 

The tokens come apart

· At 1:44 in the morning I stopped asking the question I had been asking since July, and everything after that fell in under three hours.

Me on the brass bed between two open laptops, the driving game running on one of them.
 

The hours nobody paid for

· Four games, hundreds of hours, no price and no store. They went up today, and the titles are exactly as I typed them.

Me on my back on the brass bed between two open laptops, the assembler listing on one side and the Python editor on the other.
 

Close to the metal

· The other half of the question they kept asking on tour. The half that does not fit between a signature and the next person in the queue.

Me at the kitchen window in the dark, cigarette, no lamp on behind me.
 

The wrong question, for three weeks

· Three weeks of entropy, mutual information and two field boundaries I never believed, and the evening it turns out the question itself was wrong.

Me at the desk under the lamp, four printouts of the same firmware laid side by side.
 

Four copies of the same lie

· A boot side that no catalog knows about, the same firmware written across it four times over, and an evening of counting that ends with a file I trust.

Me sitting on the floor beside my desk at night, the screen still lit above me.
 

Sector zero

· Six weeks of bytes in the right order, and then one line that was legible, and what that turns out to do to a person.

Me at the kitchen table under one lamp, tea going cold, a list in the notebook with everything crossed out but one line.
 

Nobody has written one

· A week of looking for someone else's work, an answer that came back the same from every direction, and a sentence I could not finish.

Me at the desk with the cezve and the shortwave radio.
 

Desk, cezve, radio

· What a working day actually looks like in Bishkek: coffee in the cezve, a desk by the window, handwriting first, and the shortwave after dark.

Me sorting folders at the desk with the green lamp.
 

What the archive will not say

· On the throughline running under Secret Dawn, Ivanov’s Ghost, and Der Buzzer: women left out of the official record, and fiction as a way back toward them.

2025

The kitchen table at three in the morning: laptop, the old drive, cables and a struck-through list.
 

Everything Out of the Old Box

· Nine days of moving an archive by hand: an export without pictures, Cyrillic turned to question marks, and a checkbox I had left ticked for four years.

2021

 

Why Longhand

· On drafting by hand in a café that let me sit for four hours over one coffee, and a stubborn cluster of Soviet computing footnotes I cannot stop reading.

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