“Dude, prove you’re human…” “Seriously? You first.” “C’mon, it’s obvious with me — I screw up all the time, I’m terrible at cards, and I smell bad. What more do you want?” “Yeah… but the most convincing models have learned to be strategically flawed so we don’t suspect them and get caught in that
In a fit of wonder off we go to the place we started from with renewed purpose in our hands and an old song in our hearts and nothing but the thirst for wisdom stuck in our heads If I told you that I can walk through walls and see around corners and glimpse
I woke up to a world that was scarcely recognizable. Standing on the ceiling, I craned my gaze upward toward a floor ringed by pools of sputtering florid flames, beckoning me to enter one of them like some portal to forever that was both exhilarating and deadly. Time, dimension, warp, weft—all were dilated by
(or, How I Learned to Unlearn as a Means for Relearning What I Already Knew … I Think) It’s interesting to consider how the connections we make in our minds interact with the world as we actually find it. Many years ago I was given the insight that methods of knowing (under the banner
Being a parent isn’t a part-time job. You can’t just show up for the dramatic moments and photo ops, or only select the opportunities that meet your terms. It’s not about being performative but rather about being there for all of the formative experiences that shape lives. Parenting comes through in the everyday things that make
I hope this open letter finds you well and summer has been good! Hard to believe we’re back at it, but super excited for what’s ahead. Let’s push the envelope and grab the low-hanging fruit! Appreciate you… Yeah, no. Sorry, but generic pleasantries aren’t going to cut it. Still, just to be fair, I
Life rolls along with a quiet ferocity that can lull one into normalizing intermittent calamities and ongoing emergencies alike. Maybe this is part of developing a coping mechanism, to fall into a routine that accommodates ruptures that could be more jarring, even ones that might have been delivered precisely in order to jolt us
{fast-forwarding from 5+ years ago…} It would be hard to overstate just how dire our current predicament truly is — and while it may be tempting to encapsulate our woes within the confines of the grim year 2020, this is evidently an acute flare-up of a protracted period of internal crises and ignored preexisting
There were no wise people, only decisions that worked out well due to random chance and the law of averages. Still, the line stretched for miles along the palace edifice with seekers rammed into every square meter of space between the crumbling retaining wall and the drying up moat where horrible leviathans were once
If you could be anyone, anything, anywhere, anywhen — thus starts the cascading effect of infinite choice that makes life impossible to live, at least in the sense of doing what life has always done: finding purpose in the beautiful shared struggle to secure the blessings of sustenance, warmth, love… No more, not since
The soft blue light faded as the day unfurled from its slumber. Shadows slowly elongated on the shattered porcelain path, held together by the dried blood and tears of immense beasts who once roamed the valleys when they still bore life. Today promised a semblance of mere sustenance, if the trickle still flowed from
NOTE: starting with the usual note about blah-blah where it came from & when it was written & all that — if I said it was originally inscribed in us about 400 years ago would that work? Also, something from a year or so ago that basically is a prequel to the above (below!): Layers
sleeves rolled around rigid wrists clenched teeth writhing twisting needles plunge backroom grunge gargoyle fists firmly set amid waste waiting for the main lines whispered backstage aside alabaster sentinels blinding icy stains collapsing veins mined for all time in a lost bloodline and thus we arrive complicit complex redacted wrecked barely alive and yet
Cards on Tables The post said not to spindle or fold but I thought it would be nice to hold open hands and present you with a heart as it was withdrawn from the deepest part Still beating and bleeding and seething with desire to go further than that initial awkward meeting of the
Dispatch from two Matrices over… They had it bad, really bad, kind of like our BAD! but with one important difference: they refused to let their fear and cynicism overtake their sense of responsibility and, dare I say, love for their world and their future. The message received through the portal (which keeps opening