GhostRoute · Malware-Protection Endpoint
Five-micro-service malware-detection engine in Go + Python, architected for 100 M users.
Engineering memoirs, startup insights, and technical essays
Five-micro-service malware-detection engine in Go + Python, architected for 100 M users.
Real-time crawler that scans dark and surface web to find leaked emails, usernames, and IP addresses. Built with Python, RabbitMQ, and PostgreSQL.
How co-primes and Euler’s φ create the rhythmic foundations of secure RSA encryption.
In many ways, I’ve always seen life through the lens of software. It’s fascinating how the principles of something like HTTP protocols can mirror our day-to-day interactions. For example, when I’m in a conversation, I often find myself thinking in terms of status codes. A smooth, easy chat where everything clicks feels like a “200 OK.” On the other hand, those moments when someone asks me something completely out of the blue and I draw a blank? That’s a classic “404 Not Found” moment.
When I look at a child born with a noticeable gap between their front teeth—a diastema—I don’t just see a dental anomaly. I see a living example of how nature mixes and matches the building blocks of two people, sometimes with beautiful imperfection.
This child might have inherited a wide jaw from one parent and small teeth from the other. Neither parent may have had the gap themselves, but in the hands of genetics, the combination paints a new picture. That’s one of the first lessons we learn from cases like these: traits don’t blend like paint—they combine like puzzle pieces, often in ways we can’t predict.
A fool is wiser than the wisest man without a goal.
For all he does in this fabric of reality is sit still, doing nothing,
as infinity quietly passes him by.
Like the curve of (y = 1/x),
he draws closer and closer to the edge of meaning,
approaching purpose but never touching it.
He exists,
he moves,
he breathes,
but he never arrives.
A life without direction becomes an endless loop of motion
that never materializes into something tangible.
It’s not that the journey is worthless —
there’s value in the mere act of being,
of nearing,
of almost.
But without a goal,
without that crossing point,
even the wisest mind risks fading into a mathematical ghost,
forever tracing a line it can never touch.