From 69e0b4f8e28211db7a673d92d5a0f7dc2973c3b3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Sadeep Madurange <sadeep@asciimx.com>
Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2026 23:19:54 +0800
Subject: Direct Frankenstein parallel.

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 about.html | 32 +++++++++++++-------------------
 1 file changed, 13 insertions(+), 19 deletions(-)

diff --git a/about.html b/about.html
index 83bf3c8..8bff37c 100644
--- a/about.html
+++ b/about.html
@@ -7,34 +7,28 @@ layout: default
   <h2>{{ page.title }}</h2>
   
   <p>
-    "Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
+    I was once consumed by a Promethean ambition—to delineate the deepest
+    mysteries of computation; to wrest from the silicon its most jealously guarded
+    secrets.
   </p>
 
   <p>
-    I find myself once more consumed by a singular undertaking—to delineate the
-    deepest mysteries of computation; to wrest from the silicon its most jealously
-    guarded secrets.
+    To examine software, we must first have recourse to hardware. As becoming
+    acquainted with minute detail of the machine formed a great hindrance to my
+    speed, I resolved to use gigantic abstractions from unhallowed frameworks; and
+    disturbed, with profane fingers, its galvanic symphony.
   </p>
 
   <p>
-    These pages serve as witness to my solitary labor—each banished dependency
-    a victory against decay, every iteration an act of purification. In them, I
-    have measured efficacy without mercy; I have rejected the ceremonial
-    scaffolding that veils the true visage of our grotesque creations.
+    I have seen what festers beneath the corrosive comfort of ceremony. As I
+    beheld the accomplishment of my toils, I shuddered to think that future ages
+    might curse me for my grotesque creations; for violating Nature's parsimony.
   </p>
 
   <p>
-    Do not ask why I abandon more promiscuous paths. I have seen what festers
-    beneath blind ritual—the bloat, the waste, the corrosive comfort of
-    ignorance. Driven by a Promethean ambition that burns brighter than
-    convenience, I must seek redemption in Nature's parsimony.
-  </p>
-
-  <p>
-    The measurements do not lie. In youthful fervor, I once stitched together
-    soulless fragments of corporate caprice. Whether these chronicles stand as a
-    monument to my deliverance or condemn me to wander the frozen wastes of my
-    own creation, only time will reveal.
+    While I may be the architect of an unalterable evil, I now endeavour to
+    dispel bloat, even if it be only the apparently innocent one of stitching
+    together soulless fragments of frozen waste.
   </p>
   
   <p>-- {{ site.author }}</p>
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