Hi, I'm Andy.

Inside my head, there lives someone who never takes a day off. He wakes me up in the middle of the night, urging me to press all those strange, vivid thoughts into my notes app. Some are weightless, some restless, some absurd enough to be scraps from an unfinished sci-fi novel. I'll admit it: I have an almost instinctive obsession with things that don't exist yet. A half-formed idea, a path no one has walked — they hang in the air like unfinished sentences, always tempting me to reach out and grab them.

People tend to piece me together with labels: a marketing foundation, a finance overlay, and that perpetually boiling ENFP energy. But for a long stretch of my life, I lived inside a grid. From the towering stacks of working papers at the Big Four, to finely-tuned financial models at a startup, and finally to the quiet, stable desk I hold today. Each transition felt like a slow shedding of skin — an attempt to calibrate my distance from the world using the ruler of reason.

By day, I play the part of a responsible adult, working through processes and ledgers. By night, the glow of the screen shifts, and I become a wanderer — drifting between candlestick charts and code editors. I calculate and save with reason. What I'm really buying back is simple: the chance to hand over that office keycard a little sooner, and trade it for the freedom to do what I actually want to do.

I don't understand deep algorithms, but I've found a new grammar for talking to the world. As long as I can articulate what's in my head clearly enough, code grows itself on the screen. The ideas that once gathered dust in my notes have finally sprouted, turning into pages I can actually click. It turns out the bridge to creation doesn't always require meticulous brickwork — intuition and wind can frame a structure too.

That same untethered instinct pulls my gaze further out. I've always dreamed of wandering on a shoestring — South Korea already has circles drawn on my map; the sea winds of Australia, the islands of the Philippines, the jungles of Indonesia are quietly waiting in the schedule. A suitcase stands ready in the corner. The next flight is just a matter of time.

So I built this place. It isn't a grand gallery — just a small settlement of my digital traces. Words I've written, songs I've heard, books I've turned, roads I've walked, and the small things that lit up ordinary days. They scatter, yet connect, like a private garden that belongs only to me.

I'm no longer in a rush to chase any finish line. I'm standing right here, watching it grow — breath by breath, sunrise to moonrise. 🌱

Colophon

• Built with: Astro 6 + Markdown Content Collections
• Data: Notion API · Last.fm · WeRead · GitHub API · Douban
• Styling: vanilla CSS + theme variables (dark / light · 4 fonts · 6 accents)
• Maps: Leaflet.js + Carto tiles
• Storage: Cloudflare R2 (photos)
• Chat: Cloudflare Worker + DeepSeek
• Hosting: Cloudflare Pages · CI via GitHub Actions

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