Petal Pusher

Cultivating a digital garden… what does that mean?

I don’t fully know yet. It’s still just a vision, for now a desire to plant seeds online. A modern-day Johnny Appleseed with root access.

Here on petal-pusher.world, I’m nurturing that dream — taking care, personalizing, customizing. This space is mine. This code is mine. And it will grow, one seed at a time.

I hope this fire stays lit. But when it flickers out — as all things do — I want what remains to feel alive and wild. A fossilized spark of who I was. This is my bloom cycle.

Social media tried to emulate this feeling for me, but ended up corrupting it. It turned into an echo chamber. That radicalizes a man.

The scroll. The algorithm. The descent.

In early 2024, I escaped. Logged out for the last time. Became digitally agnostic. I had become fragmented — two versions of me, neither felt real. One crumbling from chaos, the other suffocating under expectation.

The algorithm did not love me. It wanted my attention, my soul.

I remember a sliver of the old web. KidONet. Weird sites made by real people. Back then it felt like the net was *alive*. Every corner an artifact. Every page a portal.

Then it all got monetized. Sanitized. Turned into a feed. I grew up, and the web stopped feeling like mine. My relationship with technology got... abusive. I used it, or it used me. Never both. Never fair.

But here — now — it’s different.

This site is protest. It’s art. It’s ritual.

It’s a home for my thoughts, code, and quiet rebellion.

This is my pledge, fellow gardeners:

I will write code for humans.
I will build things not for scale, but for soul.
I will host what I want, how I want, when I want.
This is not content. This is compost.

If you're reading this, you're already part of it.

Long live the small web.█