I write from Cape Town about the places where technology and ethics actually meet — not the abstract version of that question, but the everyday one: what a design choice costs someone, what a default quietly decides on their behalf, what a system owes the people who didn't build it.

The name borrows from error-correcting code — the part of a system built to notice when something's drifted and quietly set it right before the damage spreads. Most of what's worth writing about lives in that same gap: the space between getting something wrong and catching it in time.

Most of what ends up here starts somewhere ordinary — a piece of coursework, a decision at work, a morning that went differently than planned. I'm not trying to have the final word on anything. Just thinking in public, in fairly short pieces, as often as there's something worth saying.

Get in touch if something here is worth arguing with.