in memoriam

the dead. they were not load-bearing. please observe a moment of silence, or, more practically, of indifference.

the product was perfect. the audience was nonexistent. the numbers agree.

— Postmortem, signed in pencil

The Cut

7 departed · cause: various7 departed

survived by no one. a larger company released the same thing for free. atropos wept, briefly, then cut.

2019 – 2020

html, css, jquery. requiescat.

cause of death: it was a tuesday and i lost interest.

2020 – 2020

react native, expo, a single weekend.

here lies a perfectly good idea. it was loved. it was not finished.

2020 – 2021

next.js, plaid, a free tier we exceeded immediately.

google deprecated the api. we deprecated the dream.

2021 – 2021

manifest v2. then v3. then never.

issue 003 was scheduled. issue 003 was never written.

2021 – 2022

substack, briefly. ghost, briefly. silence, durably.

achieved one (1) sign-up. the user later asked to be removed.

2022 – 2022

stripe checkout, landing page, vibes.

took eleven weeks. shipped to a userbase of zero. the original is still in production.

2023 – 2023

the same app, but in rust, for no reason.

they spin. they measure. they ship to production. they do not, under any circumstances, market.

— The Fates, allegedly

critics have called the work “unfinished,” “unmarketed,” and “mine, actually.”

— A Brother, in passing

cause of death, every time: insufficient sleep, abundant ambition, no users.

— The Coroner, off the record

last commit: ‘wip.’ next commit: never.

— GitHub, in eulogy

Memorial Notice

in lieu of flowers, please consider not asking the artist whether they are “still working on that one thing.”

Atropos · the cut is final · the cut is kind