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  • The Blueprint: Qubool

    Two fully covered graduates face a sunrise bay with a lighthouse and city skyline beside the Arabic headline “بوابة القبول الموحد” and sponsor-style logos.
    July 12, 2026

    In my last post, I linked a page. It shows an animation of how the scholarship allocation works. Students line up. The system sorts them by grades and choices. Each student gets the best seat their score can reach.

    Then, at step five, something happened. If you saw the page, you know. If you didn’t, you have seen it somewhere else. In a queue you were standing in that suddenly did not matter. In a result that did not match the numbers. In a seat that filled before the line reached it. The page went dark. A counter changed quietly. And the system that worked perfectly for four steps had a hole in it that no algorithm could close.

    Call it satire. Call it being critical. I prefer to call it wanting us to rise. Wanting our system to be the one other countries study. Not the one our own students learn to navigate around.

    This post puts forward a plan to end it: a centralized admission system where that moment cannot happen. Not because someone catches it. Because the system leaves no place for it to happen.

    And this is not my idea. It is Kuwait’s own idea, unfinished.

    In July 2023, the Minister of Education, Hamad Al-Adwani, announced the first phase of a unified admission portal. The plan was stated clearly: one application for everything. Kuwait University. PAAET. Internal scholarships. External scholarships. Dr. Adel Al-Manea, then head of the Public Universities Council and later the Minister himself, ran the launch. Two of the ministry’s assistant undersecretaries, Fatema Al-Senan and Lamya Al-Melhem, said the same in interviews.

    Then it stopped.

    No second phase. No named person responsible. No deadline. The announcement happened. The system was never completed.

    This is not a new idea. It is an unfinished one.

    The problem.

    Kuwait’s admissions run in a chain, one institution after another. Scholarships first. Then Kuwait University. Then Abdullah Al-Salem University. Then the private universities. Each round finishes before the next one starts.

    The rounds are connected. But they share only one piece of information: who already took a seat. When one round ends, it sends its list to the next, so a student holding a seat cannot take another one unless he withdraws from the first.

    So the connection exists. It is used only to block students. It is never used to help them.

    The evidence.

    The evidence comes from two places. From logical understanding of how the system works, which any family that went through an admission summer can confirm. And from the leaders themselves, who announced a unified portal in 2023 because they saw the same problem. Nobody promises one application for everything unless applying to everything is currently difficult.

    Here is what the chain does. For years, there was one control on it: a withdrawal fee. A student who gave up a scholarship paid money. This punished families for changing their minds, and it was hardest on families with less money and wasta for those who had wasta. But it made holding an unwanted seat expensive.

    Recently, the fee was removed. Now students hold seats freely, and the shopping has started.

    Take Ahmed. He applies to the scholarship round and gets accepted. He takes the seat. Later, Kuwait University’s round opens. He withdraws from the scholarship, now for free, and registers at KU. He broke no rule. He did what any careful family would advise.

    But three people can be hurt by this.

    First, the student who was rejected in the scholarship round because Ahmed’s seat was taken. That round is closed now. When Ahmed returns the seat in September, it does not go back to July. That student’s chance is gone.

    Second, the student who was accepted in the same round but ranked below Ahmed. She got a country or a major she did not want, while the seat she wanted stayed reserved under Ahmed’s name all summer. He was never going to use it.

    Third, sometimes, Ahmed himself. Withdrawing is not one click. It is a request, an approval, a stamp, and processing days. Kuwait University’s registration window does not wait for that paperwork. If the withdrawal is processed too slowly, Ahmed misses KU while still officially holding a scholarship he asked to leave. He gave up a seat he had, for a seat he wanted, and got neither.

    Nobody in this story is a villain. When the fee existed, students stayed in seats they did not want. With the fee removed, students hold extra seats and others lose chances. Kuwait has tried it both ways. Both ways fail. That proves the fee was never the real problem. The real problem is a chain that makes every seat final before students know all their options, with paperwork between every step.

    The sorting is fair. Everything around it wastes seats, forces gambles, and cannot be checked. That is the problem.

    Who else had this problem.

    Britain, before it built one system. Georgia, in a worse form. Egypt still has it, and Egypt is the warning.

    What they did.

    Britain runs all university admission through one platform called UCAS. One application. Every university. Every course. More than 700,000 students a year. But the platform is not the important part. The important part is what is published around it. Every course shows the grades of last year’s accepted students, before anyone applies. A mother can look up medicine tonight and know if her daughter’s grades are close. She is not guessing.

    Britain also gives time. The application season runs about five months. Not a few days.

    And Britain gives a second chance. After results day, a published system called Clearing matches students without seats to seats that are still empty. No one’s application simply ends in silence. And an independent office, outside the universities and outside the ministry, reviews the whole process and publishes reports. The people who run the system are not the only ones who check it.

    Georgia had the worse version of our problem. Before 2005, university seats there were openly bought with bribes. The fix was not speeches. It was design. Admission was taken away from the universities completely and given to one national exam. One score decides entry, for public and private universities. Exam papers carry barcodes instead of names, so no examiner knows whose paper they are grading. The law passed in 2004. The first exam ran in July 2005. One year. After that, calling a contact inside the university stopped working, because the contact no longer controlled anything.

    Egypt shows what happens when you build one system but keep it closed. Its Tansiq system has placed every student by score for decades. One system, like ours would be. But while it runs, nobody outside can check it. There is no independent audit and no proper appeals process. Generations of Egyptian students describe being placed in majors they never chose. One system alone is not the answer. It must be one system that people can see into.

    And Kuwait does not need to look far. Jordan publishes its full admission numbers every year: how many applied, how many were accepted, acceptance rates by programme, for every institution. The full picture, not just the cutoff. Oman has run one application for its universities and both scholarship types for nearly twenty years, and the system is written into law, with a bylaw published in the Official Gazette. Oman gave its system a legal document. Kuwait gave its system a press conference.

    How long it took.

    Britain’s system has run for decades. Oman’s for nearly twenty years. Jordan publishes every year. Georgia rebuilt its whole system in twelve months. These systems are not experiments anymore. They are normal life.

    What Kuwait needs to do.

    Five things. None needs a new law. All need a decision. One is already half done.

    1. Finish what was started, or create a new one. The portal was announced. Phase one was built. Complete it: Kuwait University, PAAET, both scholarship plans, exactly as promised in 2023. Name one person responsible. Write the deadline in the founding document, the way Oman did. And note: the rounds already send data to each other to block students. The same connection can carry applications instead. The infrastructure exists.
    2. Publish the full numbers, not just the cutoffs. Kuwait already publishes the lowest accepted GPA per specialisation. That is a start. But the rest is hidden. How many applied. How many were accepted. How many from public schools. How many from private schools. How many seats were available before the round started and how many were left after. The cutoff tells a student whether they could have gotten in. The full data tells them why they didn’t. One number is a result. The full picture is transparency.
    3. Give families weeks, not days. Time to research, ask, and think. Britain gives five months. Kuwait does not need five months. It needs a year.
    4. Publish the sorting method. Let any computer scientist in the country check it. By its own rules, our method rewards honesty: a student’s best move is to rank her true choices in her true order. Saying so publicly, and proving it, would let families rank their true choices with confidence. Keeping it hidden wastes its best feature.
    5. Add an outside check. One audit per year, done by a body outside the ministry, published in full. That is the difference between a system trusted because it says so, and a system trusted because anyone can verify it.

    The point.

    Our own leaders announced this. One portal. One application. Everything. They were right. Phase one was right. Stopping was the mistake.

    Britain’s lesson in one sentence: publish the numbers, and the guessing ends. Georgia’s lesson is shorter: when the rules are built into the system, there is no one left to call.

    Jordan proved it works in an Arab country. Oman proved it works in the Gulf. Kuwait proved it can start.

    With every summer this waits, more families rank their children’s futures on rumours.

    Finish the portal, and get rid of those hindering the existence of it.

    Write in the logbook
  • التفاضل

    Faceless figures queue along a wooden pier at dusk while a warm lighthouse beam illuminates the person at the front.
    July 11, 2026

    كل سنة، نفس المشهد. طالب أو طالبة يفتح الإيميل أو الموقع، وقلبه يدق. هل حصّلت على التخصص اللي اخترته؟ هل الجامعة اللي حلمت فيها صارت من نصيبي؟ ولا راح آخذ خياري الثاني؟ أو الثالث؟ أو ما حصلت على شي؟

    وكل سنة، نفس السؤال من كل أم وأب: شلون يقررون منو يدخل وين؟

    الجواب: كمبيوتر!!!

    لا واسطة، ولا أدنى تدخل بشري، ما في أحد قاعد ورا مكتب ويقرر بيده منو يستاهل ومنو ما يستاهل. النظام كللللله الكتروني. «خوارزمية». يعني برنامج كمبيوتر مصمم إنه ياخذ كل الطلبات، كل الدرجات، كل الرغبات، ويوزع المقاعد بالعدل.

    وهذي اهي طريقته بأبسط شكل ممكن:

    الخطوة الأولى: الترتيب.

    كل الطلاب اللي تقدموا على البعثة يترتبون في صف واحد. من الأعلى معدل إلى الأدنى. اللي معدله ٩٨٪ يكون أول واحد في الصف. اللي معدله ٩٥٪ يكون بعده. وهكذا. المعدل هو اللي يحدد مكانك في الطابور. ولا شي ثاني. طبعاً أكيد لازم يكون مستوفي الشروط الثانية الي مطلوبة من التخصص المعلن.

    الخطوة الثانية: الرغبات.

    كل طالب قبل ما يتقدم، يختار رغباته بالترتيب. الرغبة الأولى هي الحلم. الجامعة والتخصص اللي يبيه أكثر شي. الرغبة الثانية هي البديل الممتاز. الثالثة هي البديل المقبول. وهكذا. ممكن يختار ثمان رغبات أو أكثر حسب النظام.

    تخيلوها مثل ما تطلبون من مطعم. «أبي الستيك. إذا ما فيه، عطني الدجاج. إذا ما فيه، عطني السمك.» نفس الفكرة. بس بدل أكل، تخصصات وجامعات.

    الخطوة الثالثة: التوزيع.

    الكمبيوتر يبدأ من أول واحد في الصف. اللي معدله الأعلى. يشوف رغبته الأولى. هل فيه مقعد فاضي في هالجامعة وهالتخصص؟ إذا إيه، يحجز له المقعد وينتقل للطالب اللي بعده. إذا لا، يشوف رغبته الثانية. هل فيه مقعد؟ إذا إيه، يحجز. إذا لا، الثالثة. وهكذا.

    إذا كل رغباته ما فيها مقاعد، ما يحصل على شي. يطلع من النظام. وما يوصله رد إن رغباته كلها امتلت. حتى لو معدله عالي. حتى لو يستاهل. لأن المقاعد خلصت قبل ما يوصل دوره. ولهذا السبب اختيار ثمان رغبات أو أكثر مو رفاهية. هو حماية.

    ثم ينتقل الكمبيوتر للطالب اللي بعده في الصف. ويسوي نفس الشي. من الرغبة الأولى للأخيرة. لكل طالب. واحد ورا واحد. بالترتيب.

    الخطوة الرابعة: العدل.

    هنا الجزء المهم. الطالب اللي معدله أعلى يختار أول. يعني إذا أنت معدلك ٩٧ وفيه طالب معدله ٩٨، هو يختار قبلك. حتى لو رغبتك الأولى نفس رغبته، هو له الأولوية. المعدل هو الفاصل. المقاعد محدودة. والأعلى معدل يدخل أول.

    هذا هو التفاضل. تنافس عادل مبني على المعدل والرغبات والمقاعد المتاحة. لا أكثر ولا أقل.

    ليش هالطريقة؟

    لأنها تضمن إن كل طالب يحصل على أفضل خيار متاح له بناءً على معدله. ما فيه شخص يقرر. ما فيه رأي شخصي. ما فيه مكالمة هاتفية تغير النتيجة. الكمبيوتر ما يعرف اسمك. ما يعرف عائلتك. ما يعرف إلا رقمين: معدلك وترتيب رغباتك.

    لكن.

    النظام عادل بس مو كامل. إذا الطالب ما اختار رغباته بعناية، ممكن يضيع فرصة. إذا حط تخصص تنافسي كرغبة أولى ومعدله ما يكفي، يخسر وقته على رغبة ما كان راح يحصلها. الذكاء مو بس في المعدل. الذكاء في ترتيب الرغبات.

    ولهذا السبب صممت صفحة تشرح لكم شلون النظام يشتغل خطوة بخطوة. تقدرون تشوفونها هنا. فيها عرض متحرك يوريكم شلون الكمبيوتر يوزع المقاعد بالضبط. شغلوها. شوفوا شلون الصف يتحرك. وشلون الرغبات تتوزع. وأخيراً شلون المقعد ينحجز.

    كل أم تبي تفهم (((ليش))) ولدها أو بنتها حصل على الرغبة الثانية بدل الأولى، الجواب في هالصفحة. مو لأن أحد ظلمه. لأن أحد كان قبله في الصف. والصف عادل. حتى لو النتيجة ما عجبتنا.

    Write in the logbook
  • The Blueprint: Kahraba

    Retro 1950s-style poster illustration of a central lighthouse radiating golden beams over a stylised city, with circuit-like power lines connecting the lighthouse to illuminated buildings.
    July 10, 2026

    In my last post I was critical. I pointed at the grid and laughed because if I did not laugh I would cry. A country that cannot cool its own homes signing deals with Google and Microsoft to host data centres that never sleep.

    But I was not laughing at the idea. I was laughing at the timing.

    Because I want those data centres. A data centre is a building filled with thousands of computers that store and process information for millions of people at the same time. They are the backbone of the modern digital economy. And I want them here. The jobs they bring. The technology they attract. The signal they send to the world that Kuwait is open and serious. And as someone who has watched plan after plan in this country get announced with confidence and delivered with delay, I do not want this one to fail.

    So instead of pointing at the problem again, let me point at the solution. Because it exists. Other countries had the same problem. And they fixed it.

    The problem.

    Kuwait makes less power than it needs. It has twenty-one gigawatts on paper. In peak summer, only seventeen work. Paper gigawatts do not cool houses. Every summer the demand is higher than what the plants can produce. The government cuts power to neighbourhoods. Imports electricity from neighbouring countries. And asks citizens to please switch off their air conditioning at noon in fifty-degree heat.

    Who else had this problem.

    Egypt. In 2014. Worse than Kuwait. Their demand exceeded their supply by five gigawatts. To put that in perspective, five gigawatts is roughly the output of the entire Az-Zour South complex, Kuwait’s largest power station. Imagine that entire station disappearing from the grid. That was Egypt’s gap. Every day. Blackouts were not a summer event. They were daily. Every neighbourhood. Every city. All year.

    What Egypt did.

    They treated it as a national emergency. One programme. One boss. One deadline. They signed one deal with Siemens to build three massive power plants. They fast-tracked everything. Land. Permits. Financing. All under one authority that did not change when ministers changed.

    And they did something else that matters more than the plants themselves. They slowly raised the price of electricity. Countries that have successfully reformed energy prices did it in the same order. Money first. Price second. A rebate is simple: the government puts cash into your bank account before raising the price. You receive the rebate. Then the tariff goes up. The net effect on your wallet is smaller because the rebate already covered part of it. The order matters. Money first. Price second. Not the other way around.

    How long it took.

    Four years. The three plants were delivered in twenty-seven and a half months from financial close to full operation. Egypt went from daily blackouts to discussing exporting electricity to its neighbours within five years.

    What Dubai did.

    Dubai added solar energy on a schedule. Not all at once. Paced. Managed. Rooftop solar across more than eight thousand buildings. Utility-scale solar in the desert. All on a calendar that matched what the grid could handle without being overwhelmed. Every megawatt announced was a megawatt delivered. Jordan tried the same thing but too fast. They added so much solar so quickly that the grid could not absorb it and they had to freeze the entire programme. Dubai paced it. Jordan rushed it. The lesson is clear.

    What Kuwait needs to do.

    Five things. None of them new. All of them available.

    One boss. Kuwait has had twelve ministers responsible for this file since 2020. Egypt’s programme had one. Appoint one person. Give them authority that survives cabinet reshuffles. One signature. One owner. And from my heart, I wish that person would be Dr. Sabeeh Al-Mukhaizeem. A Yale doctorate in Electrical Engineering. A computer science degree from UC San Diego. An academic career in Kuwait’s education system. And now the Minister of Electricity, Water and Renewable Energy, Was Acting Minister of Finance, and Chairman of KDIPA simultaneously. He is already sitting in every seat this job requires. The technical depth to understand the engineering. The financial authority to unlock the funding. The investment mandate to attract the partners. Kuwait rarely puts the right person in the right seat. This time it did. Keep him there.

    Real dates. Publish a procurement calendar with actual deadlines. Kuwait already proved this works. The Az-Zour North 2&3 deal, four billion dollars, was signed in February 2026. The machinery exists. Use it again. Plant after plant. And put the State Audit Bureau inside each transaction from the beginning, not at the end when it is too late to fix anything.

    Fix the price gently. This is the hardest one. Kuwait’s electricity tariff has not changed since 1966. Citizens pay less than one cent per kilowatt hour. It covers a small fraction of the real cost. Changing it is politically terrifying. But it can be done without pain if the order is right. Send the rebates first. Cash into household accounts. Real money that people can see and use. Then raise the tariff gradually. Not overnight. Over years. Then install smart meters so people can see exactly what they are using. Then set efficiency standards for air conditioners and appliances so the machines themselves use less. Studies done on Kuwait’s own economy, not foreign models, Kuwaiti studies, show that reform with rebates grows the economy. Without rebates it shrinks. The order is everything. Rebates first. Everything else second.

    Pace the solar like Dubai. Kuwait has the Shagaya solar zones ready. The sun is not the problem. The problem is tendering too much at once and overwhelming the grid the way Jordan did. Kuwait needs to tender on a planned calendar, sized to what the grid can absorb at each stage. Every megawatt announced must be a megawatt that can actually be delivered and connected. Announcements that cannot be delivered are not plans. They are press releases.

    Shrink the imports. Kuwait currently buys electricity from its neighbours through the GCC Interconnection grid every summer. That is fine for now. It is a bridge. But bridges are meant to be crossed and left behind. Publish the import number every year. Make it public. Make it visible. Let the country watch it go down year by year. Open data forces honesty. When the numbers are public, everyone can see whether the plan is working or whether it is another announcement with no delivery. And if there is one person in this government who understands the power of open data, it is Dr. Al-Mukhaizeem. Keep the numbers open. Let the country watch.

    The point.

    Egypt’s lesson fits in one sentence. The shortage ended when the plan got an owner, a deadline, and honest prices. In that order.

    All three are available to Kuwait. For the cost of a signature.

    Write in the logbook
  • Keeping the Lights On

    A Simpsons-style aerial night illustration showing a white lighthouse shining a yellow beam over a blacked-out neighborhood, with glowing Google and Microsoft data centers behind it.
    July 9, 2026

    This week, the lights went out in parts of Kuwait. Not because of the heat this time. Because of debris. Drones and missiles, intercepted overhead, falling back onto power lines. A few lines went down. Scattered areas went dark. The electricity ministry re-fed them from the grid and had the power back the same day.

    Fine. I will excuse that one. A falling missile is not a maintenance schedule.

    But strip away the war, and this is not new. The lights in Kuwait have been going out for years. Every summer. On time, like the heat.

    Two summers ago, cuts hit more than forty areas while the temperature touched 52 degrees. Traffic lights died. People sat in stalled lifts. Last summer it started even earlier, in April, before summer had properly arrived, and reached fifty-one areas by mid-summer.

    I have my own version. Last year we packed the car for the chalet. The kids, the bags, the whole production, a good weekend by the sea already planned in everyone’s head. We were on the road when the word reached us: no power where we were going. A chalet with no electricity, in that heat, is not a weekend. It is a hot box by the sea. So we turned around and drove home. We never even saw the water.

    And this is not me complaining into the void. The official numbers say the same thing.

    Twenty-one gigawatts. That is what Kuwait can make on paper. In peak summer, only seventeen of them actually work. Paper gigawatts do not cool houses.

    Importing power. Kuwait buys electricity from its neighbours. Every month. All year. One of the largest oil producers on earth borrowing power to keep the air conditioning running.

    The price. Citizens pay less than one cent per kilowatt hour. A tariff set in 1966. Nobody conserves because conserving saves nothing.

    The plants. Old. Losing capacity every year. The fleet lost net capacity in 2024 while demand grew. Fifty-degree heat does not forgive aging infrastructure.

    The build. Almost nothing new has been built in a decade. Projects are announced. Ministers are replaced. Parliaments are dissolved. The megawatts promised five years ago are still on paper.

    The fuel. The moment a single plant trips, the fuel supply fails with it. One malfunction at one gas facility in 2024 shut down units at the two largest plants in the country.

    The plan. There is always a plan. New plants. Solar. A deal with China. Fourteen thousand megawatts by 2031. But Kuwait’s plans have a pattern. They are announced with confidence and delivered with delay. The fifteen-hundred-megawatt solar plant they promised was cancelled. The renewables target will be missed by five years. On paper, Kuwait is always about to fix everything. On the ground, the lights go out every summer.

    And the funniest part is what they ask us to do about it. Every summer, the same campaign. Save. Switch it off at noon. One of the largest oil producers on earth. Begging its own people to use less power.

    Now, with all of that in mind, who on earth looked at this grid and decided Kuwait should host data centres for Google and Microsoft?

    Both announced their intentions. Google in 2023, Microsoft in 2025. Neither has said how much power it would need. Neither has given a date. Neither has broken ground. So far it is two press releases and the word “intent.”

    But here is the thing about a data centre. It never sleeps. It runs at full power, day and night, winter and summer, forever. The load of a small town of homes that never switch off. And Kuwait cannot keep the homes it already has cool for a single summer.

    In any case, whatever happens with Kuwait’s grid, the lighthouse will be fine. The keeper’s lighthouse runs on one lamp. It never fails. Because someone maintains it. Every day. Without exception.

    Write in the logbook
  • Foie Gras

    Retro pixel art game screen showing a striped lighthouse on the right shining an amber beam across a dark blue sea with small ships, rocks, score text, and three red hearts.
    July 7, 2026

    I was a great gamer. Played for hours. Won tournaments. Destroyed thumbs.

    And I hated every second of it.

    Never joined the GTA crowd. Never cared about FIFA. Never understood why people spent weekends on fighting games. But I was good at all of them. I won a Mortal Kombat tournament once. Not because I loved it. Because I was there and my hands were faster than my boredom.

    I once played Street Fighter on the Super Nintendo. A long session. The kind where you forget time and meals and the fact that you have a body. I did the hadouken so many times that my thumb ripped open. I did not stop. The next morning I woke up with a thumb the size of a small country. A grain of sand had entered the wound and the skin had closed over it. Like a pearl inside a shell. Except the shell was my thumb and nobody was impressed. The only way to remove it was surgery. They cut. They stitched. They left a scar. And thirty years later I can still feel the tiny pearl inside if I press the right spot. A souvenir from a game I did not even like.

    I hated Snake. I hated Angry Birds. I hated Flappy Bird. I played all of them. I was good at all of them. I hated all of them.

    Even today, I watch my son play Minecraft and Super Smash Bros for hours. He asks me to join. I pick up the controller. I last three minutes before the feeling returns. The feeling of forcing myself into something that does not fit. So I put the controller down and watch him instead. Which, honestly, is the better game.

    And this, to me, is the most fascinating thing about being human. The ability to do things you do not like and be excellent at them. Not just tolerate them. Excel. We do it with jobs. We do it with subjects in school. We do it with social obligations and awkward dinners and conversations we never wanted to have. We force ourselves into shapes that do not fit and then we perform so well in those shapes that people assume we chose them.

    I am against it. Completely.

    When I raise my children I do not force. When my son asks me “do you want me to do this” I tell him I hate foie gras. And he knows exactly what I mean. Not because he is a foodie. Because we once had a long debate about the ethics of force-feeding a goose. About whether something can be considered a delicacy when the process of making it requires cruelty. About whether the result justifies what was done to produce it. He understood. He agreed. And in the back of his mind he still wants to try it because he is also a foodie. But he understood the principle. Do not force something into something else and call the result excellence. Excellence that requires force is not excellence. It is foie gras.

    Now. There is one weakness.

    Zelda. And Mario.

    Not because of the gameplay. Not because of the puzzles or the bosses or the storylines. Because of the open world. The ability to walk around and do nothing while doing something. To explore a forest that has no mission attached to it. To climb a mountain because it is there. To sit on a virtual cliff and look at a virtual sunset and feel something real while knowing none of it exists.

    Maybe I do not hate gaming. Maybe I hate being told what to do inside a game. Maybe what I love is the wandering. The roaming. The freedom to go nowhere in particular and find something anyway.

    Which brings me to this.

    While I have been down in the workshop, I built a game. It is not Zelda. It is not Mario. It is a silly concept. A lighthouse. Five lanes of sea. Ships sailing toward harbour. Rocks in the dark. And you, the keeper, aiming the beam to light their way home. It plays like a mix of Solitaire and Frogger and a night shift you did not sign up for.

    It is called Keep the Light.

    I built it because I could. I built it because I was avoiding something else I should have been building. And I built it because even someone who hates gaming can love the idea of keeping a light on for someone who needs it.

    Play it. Or don’t. I won’t force you.

    That would be foie gras.

    Write in the logbook
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