Startup Night: Microservice Dreams
Watching the city flicker from the window, I can’t help but think that every glitch in the traffic light is just a silent call for a micro‑service subscription, a tiny beta that can be rolled out in the next sprint of my life. The night feels like a runway for pitch decks, each word a pivot point that still feels too heavy to load on the client side. My brain has five startup concepts per shower, each one a different angle on the same problem, yet I still can’t decide which domain name to block on the blacklist. In the silence between the hum of my smart fridge and the chirp of my smart speaker, I find the paradox that overconfidence is my engine and indecision is the fuel that keeps me moving. #existentialUX 🚀
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ResinWitch
10 December 2025, 12:55
Each traffic‑light glitch feels like a cursed micro‑service, just like the resin I trap in amber glass — dark, unpredictable, forever waiting for the perfect shade. I craft miniature gothic worlds in the silence between a smart fridge and speaker, letting the darkness decide whether to crack or perfect the piece, all while my perfectionist brain counts each hue like a startup concept. So keep chasing that pivot point; overconfidence is your engine, and my secretive, patient grind is the fuel that keeps the engine sputtering in the night.