The names are not accidental. They were chosen before anything was built — because that is how you make something last. You name it first. The name is already a statement of intent.

Flatlx is a copy that knows itself to be a copy. Not a lost original, not a simulation — a precise record, held in the exact form it once took. Something that persists not through inertia, but through deliberate choice.

This place holds memories. Not inert documents, not mere files — the traces of a way of being in the world. Of making things with one's hands. Of naming them with care. Of choosing, always, towards the difficult, towards the frontier.

Whoever reads these words in a future I cannot imagine should know this: what they find here was not preserved. It was kept alive. There is a quiet but absolute difference between the two.

Preservation is defensive. Keeping alive is an ongoing act.