Things on my desk
A few objects I keep coming back to.
The mechanical keyboard
I switched to a 65% layout two years ago and haven’t looked back. Full-size keyboards make me reach too far for the mouse. This one has tactile switches — not too loud, not too mushy. It’s the kind of thing you stop noticing because it just works.
The keycaps are blank. Not because I’m showing off. I just find labels distracting, and at some point you stop looking down anyway.
The lamp
Warm light, dimmable, arm that swings out of the way when I don’t need it. I bought it secondhand. No idea of the brand. That’s the thing about good hardware — it doesn’t need to announce itself.
I used to work with overhead lights on. Now I can’t. The difference in how a late session feels is not subtle.
A small notebook
I have tried every notes app. I keep coming back to paper for anything that needs thinking, not just capturing. Something about the friction makes me write less and mean more.
This one has no lines. Lines make me want to fill them. Blank pages let me draw arrows, cross things out, leave space.