Ship in the dark.
The best version of a thing is the one that escaped before it could be reasoned with. We ship between 23:00 and 04:00, where good ideas refuse to be polite.
lunatic.dev is a one-engineer studio writing tools that flicker on the rim of useful and unhinged. Built between full moons, shipped when nobody is looking.
The best version of a thing is the one that escaped before it could be reasoned with. We ship between 23:00 and 04:00, where good ideas refuse to be polite.
Every tool earns its weirdness. We start with a real problem, then add the parts that make engineers tilt their heads.
This studio is a desk, a kettle, and a window facing west. There are no roadmaps shaped like spreadsheets, only ones drawn in margins.
If a README is dry, the tool is dry. We write docs the way astronomers wrote logs in 1881 — by hand, in slanted cursive, with feeling.
A blank repo, a folder named ./hush, and the kind of conviction that only shows up at 02:30. We name nothing, commit nothing. The idea has to survive its own first hour.
A CLI that gives you a single, weird suggestion when you're stuck on a bug.
It opens a card from a deck of seventy-eight cryptic prompts ("work at the wrong scale", "do nothing for a turn") borrowed from Eno & Schmidt and translated for terminals.
A static site generator that respects the lunar calendar.
Posts publish only when the moon is in a phase you chose. Drafts wait, patiently, in ./penumbra. The build log is a haiku.
A radio for the 03:00 hour, generated nightly.
An RSS feed of recorded long-form rambles, paired with a generated drone track in B-flat minor. Each episode is exactly 47 minutes and ends mid-sentence.
A weekly forecast in your terminal, written by hand.
Receives a curated set of links, footnotes, and a single illustration as ANSI art every Sunday at 21:00 KST. No tracking. No ?utm_. No newsletter UI.
A library for designing soft shadows that look like they belong outside.
Computes a believable umbra/penumbra falloff from sun + moon position for any latitude. Used in two animations and one wedding invitation.
A kanban that decays.
Cards left untouched for nine days drift toward an outer column called The Sea. There is no recovery. There is also no shame. Only the sea.
Listening to a tape labeled "for thinking", drinking the second pot.
refreshes when you scroll pastPacific Ocean Blue / Dennis Wilson
side B, played twice17°C, the kind of overcast that flatters monitors. Window open one fist.
unverified, vibes-based"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to."— Carl Sandburg, allegedly
$ git commit -m "fix: stop howling at unrelated bugs"_07:43, this morning
Letters arrive faster than email. Email arrives faster than DMs. DMs arrive when the moon is right.