The English archive for Akari, ordered by date.
Turning four years of university into a GalGame: from college applications and online lectures to family pressure, the Fall Line, the Surrender Line, the Million-Yuan Line and a hidden True Ending.
I used to write only about the bad parts, but junior high had beautiful memories too — standing on the overpass at night watching traffic, getting dragged out by friends, going on adventures. Most of the good things were concentrated in junior high. High school was fully closed, semi-Hengshui model. University gave freedom but youth was already gone.
After watching GQuuuuuuX, I remembered my first love. He pursued me actively; I was too socially anxious to respond, so I took him to my favorite overpass — the place where nobody else ever stood, just me spacing out. Watching the traffic, heart rate slowly rising, body temperature going up a little, and then we got thirsty.
As a broke freshman who scrounges for one-yuan coupons at Mixue, I snagged luck.moe on Porkbun's auction for $7 — a story of luck, moe, and eating grass for a month.
LLM context attention dilution and the absence of physical mutual exclusion — when variables meet the void where state machines and mutex locks should be.
The family I experienced was an extremely painful process of class descent — slow and agonizing, watching everything that was once normally ours gradually disappear.
Better a floor of real shattered glass than a perfect plastic statue. When did writing's core spirit degenerate into a patchwork of pre-approved parts?
The duck leg lady vanished from Zhihu's trending list. What algorithm can drop from millions to zero in days?
These questions all touch upon the boundaries of our cognition — whether the boundaries of words, of language, or those beyond our field of vision.
Maybe I am the paper effigy. Eyes are two holes. The smile is sewn on. Standing in the right spot, waiting for someone who will never come.
Three months, 1,320 visitors. The analytics panel tells the story — bilingual content stood on its own, Zhihu and Bing led the charge, and a SIM card guide became the traffic king.
Further refining Project Akari's mascot Akari-chan — the hard part of gacha-style card art is keeping the character consistent.
I don't know whether people should be nervous about the Gaokao, but I still have Gaokao nightmares from time to time.
After tinkering for a while, it's finally taking shape — the mascot of my software project Project Akari, Akari-chan. Took quite a few gacha pulls but she looks pretty good; will refine more later 🥺🥺
Teachers use AI to make courseware, students use AI to churn out homework, AI grades AI's exam questions — the absurd AI chain in universities, and the subscription arms race that follows.
Decided to archive my old QQ posts and share less junk in the future — four reasons.
The past fades away like smoke.
After listening to an economics and finance livestream, I almost paid for a membership — until I checked my wallet.
A photo I took that I really like — a night flight.
Short videos are nothing more than a prescription for busy modern people — leisure is the truly scarce resource.
A budget downgrade: switched to OVHcloud's cheapest US VPS-1. Performance is what it is for eight bucks.
A UK physical SIM card — no ID required, zero monthly fees, free incoming texts. From activation and number-keeping to receiving verification codes and switching to eSIM, everything you need to know is here.
5G-A connecting to a Hong Kong IP at 105 MB/s — China Telecom, you have my respect.
A few coins to send a delivery rider upstairs — the comfort of being a consumer is a brief taste of the power that comes with being king.
University life galgame opening scene — added to the to-do list. Will work on it when I have time, haha.
On the expectations of family, limited liability, and a nineteen-year-old's imagination of a free life.
A midnight confession: on power fantasies, exhaustion, and a premonition of how life is going to turn out.
A cheap family car once stood for a modest rise in life; debt and job loss turned it into something that quietly disappeared.
At a village dinner table, schools, majors, salaries, and usefulness are weighed aloud, while the things truly endured go unasked.