🏠 Porch 🌱 Garden 📖 Study 🎭 Listening Room 🔧 Workshop 🔥 Yard
The Garden The Study The Yard
Nhà Mình Là Đây

Welcome to My Home

"Life is not meant to be optimized.
It's a mystery meant to be discovered."

I built this place the way you'd build a house — room by room, never quite finished, always a little crooked. Some rooms are quiet. Some are messy. All of them are honest. Come in.

This website is a house. Each room holds something I'm growing. Wander freely.

Or visit my portfolio →

The Garden

Some seeds I planted a long time ago. Some just yesterday. None of them grow the way I expected.

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Storytelling Journey

BLOOMING 🌸
Photography Writing Circles

Photography taught me to look. Writing taught me to name what I saw. Storytelling circles taught me something harder: how to listen without fixing. Three different practices, one discovery — that attention is the thing that connects them all.

Maybe storytelling isn't a skill you develop—it's what happens when you stop performing and start noticing.

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AI Experiments

SPROUTING 🌱

Small tools built in the dark: an AI mentor, a life game, experiments in reflection and stillness. Most are half-finished. All of them taught me something I didn't expect. Curiosity dressed as productivity.

The tools we build to think with end up building us back.

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The Map While Walking

SPROUTING 🌱

Publishing notes before you know where they're going changes the walking itself. This website, the YouTube channel, the public fumbling—they're not documentation of a journey so much as a different kind of journey altogether, one where the observer and the observed blur at the edges. Process becomes destination. Destination dissolves.

The work only becomes real when someone else can see it — not because it needs an audience, but because visibility changes the maker.

The Study

When I was young, I thought home was four walls. Growing up, I realized home could be a mountain, a sky full of stars, or just the feeling of sitting beside someone you love. Returning to nature, losing yourself in forests and moonlight — that too is a kind of homecoming, back to the dust we came from.

This place is my home too — where I keep the seeds I'm growing, the scars I'm not hiding, and the questions I haven't answered yet. I'm not an expert. I'm a clumsy gardener who loves his crooked trees.

🧪 To try
💥 To fail
🌱 To learn

The Yard

Pull up a chair. The fire's still going.

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Sit by the Fire

Have a project, an idea, or a "what if"? I love meeting fellow explorers and figuring things out together.

✉️ Let's Talk
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Knock on the Door

A question, a story, a random thought at 2am. I read everything.

📧 huyhungstory@gmail.com
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Letters from the Garden

No sales funnels. Just a human writing to other humans.