One small VPS, drawn as somewhere you can walk
The Server, as a place
Every website I run lives on one machine. Nothing about it is public except a single tube coming down
out of the sky. Click any building to see what it actually is.
Two roads leave the gatehouse. A request takes one and stops.
copper → nginx :80 → reads a file off the disk. 16 sites, no container.
blue → straight into a container’s own port. Its own web server builds the page. nginx never involved.
dashed → the one exception: nginx forwards a whole hostname on to a container.
database
scheduled job — runs with no visitor
worker — no port, nothing can address it
the private Tailscale link — my laptop and phone, out past the wall. Nothing else may use it.