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PSEUDOREALISM

A man, am I.

Welcome

This space is a mirror—black glass and bright edges. You’re staring into a reflection of ideas in motion. (Yes, I'm aware that this sounds awfully edgy.)

Everything here is built from code, time, and the stubborn refusal to be ordinary. There’s no preset path. No roadmap. Just a series of quiet obsessions turned into pixels.

You won’t find flashy bios or corporate buzzwords. What you see is what I build. What you don’t see is still in progress.

This portfolio isn’t just a showcase—it’s a system of signals. Each page, each line, each animation is intentional. Not perfect, just deliberate.

If you’re here for clean grids, cyan lights, and some fragments of unfinished thought, stay a while. Look around. Something might click.

What’s coming isn’t ready yet. But neither was the web when it started. I don’t mind incomplete things. They tend to become interesting.

Portfolio

Projects coming soon...

About

No name, no credentials, no grand introduction—just someone who builds things out of curiosity, iteration, and necessity. This isn’t a curated brand or a portfolio polished for likes. It’s a byproduct of learning through doing, breaking, and reshaping.

The site is equal parts lab and archive. Sometimes it’s refined, often it’s not. Ideas are tested, contradicted, or abandoned, but they all leave something behind. There’s no consistent voice or aesthetic—just honest output from wherever the thought process happens to be.

Trends are acknowledged but not pursued. Feedback is welcome but not always implemented. Tools are used until they stop making sense. Nothing here claims to be definitive—only deliberately made, and hopefully, useful or at least provocative to someone else.

If something here catches your eye, break it, adapt it, improve it. That’s the only real goal. And if nothing does, that’s fine too—this space exists more as a trace of thought than a call for attention.

Contact

Want to leave a trace? You can sign the guestbook below. It’s anonymous—say anything, or nothing. Your words might stick around.