§ I. — An Invitation
Welcome to the Conservatory.
Lune.dev is a quiet workshop — a moonlit conservatory where craftspeople gather to study the curious mathematics of light, glass, and code. We build small, honest tools and document them with the care of a Victorian naturalist sketching the lunar terminator at three o’clock in the morning.
Here you will find experiments, essays, and the occasional pocket utility — each one polished as if it were going to be displayed under glass at the Crystal Palace. There is nothing to buy, nothing to sign up for, and no newsletter to decline. Only the moonlight, and a few good ideas.
§ II. — Field Notes
A Cabinet of Recent Studies.
Each entry below is a small completed thing — a tool, a meditation, or a drawing of an idea. They are listed in the order the moon last lit them.
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i.
On the Geometry of Bubbles
A leisurely investigation of how soap films find the minimum of all possible surfaces — with diagrams drawn from a child’s afternoon in the garden, and a passing remark on Plateau’s laws.
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A Pocket Compiler for Lunar Verse
Five hundred lines of code that translate iambic pentameter into a tiny stack-machine bytecode. Useless, beautiful, documented in the style of an 1880 mechanical-engineering manual.
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Notes on the Terminator
A series of monochrome studies of the line dividing lunar day from lunar night, drawn as SVG and accompanied by a small essay on why the boundary is never quite where you expect to find it.
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Glass & Iron: A Style Sheet
The CSS conventions used to build this very page — an essay on ornamental restraint, on serifed bodies, and on the refusal to paint anything that the moon would not paint herself.
Footnote. *Dates are given in the lunar calendar of the Conservatory, which is approximate.
§ III. — A Brief Creed
“We make small things, slowly, by moonlight. We do not rush the moon, and the moon does not rush us.”
We work to a few simple principles. They are not original, but they are ours, and they are followed without compromise.
- i. Restraint of palette. No colour, save the silver of the moon.
- ii. Restraint of motion. A page is a still pond, disturbed only when one steps in.
- iii. Restraint of voice. A footnote, where another would write a paragraph.
- iv. Reverence for craft. Each line drawn as if it would hang under glass for a hundred years.
§ IV. — Correspondence
If You Should Wish to Write.
I read every letter, eventually. Replies are written by hand and posted with the next outgoing tide. Please do not expect haste; expect care.
By Electrical Post post@lune.dev By the Moon any cloudless midnight, looking up.