I am Shri.

I have been writing here since 2007 — nineteen years of words that didn’t have anywhere else to go. Production war stories and poetry. Grief and database systems. Love letters and Zig. If that sounds like too many things, it isn’t. It’s one thing, looked at from different angles.

The work I’m drawn to tends to be the kind other people have already decided is impossible. Not because I’m optimistic — I’m not, particularly — but because the constraint itself is interesting. A ticketing system over a weekend. A coach network across three countries held together by a handful of people. Things built before the tools existed to make them easy.

I write about some of it here. Not to document or instruct, though occasionally it comes out that way. More because the work deserves a witness, and I’m one who was there.

There’s other writing too — older, stranger, less explicable. Poems that arrived at odd hours. Stories that were probably about something else. I’ve kept them because they’re true, even when I can’t tell you what they’re true about.

I’m based in Edinburgh. I came from afar, by way of a long time and several versions of myself.

I find something of myself in Daedalus now. The craftsman who builds what hasn’t been built, who enters territory others have decided is sealed, and finds a way through. I know what it is to be Icarus. Icarus had to die for Daedalus to land.

If something here resonates — if you’re looking at a problem that’s genuinely hard and you think I might be the right person to look at it with you — I’m not difficult to find.