Essays and experiments on AI, meaning, and being human. Join me as I spelunk down rabbit holes of my curiosity.
I’m writing this as the sun is rising, the sky shifting from cool violet to amber as it climbs.
I’ve never spent more time questioning what it means to be human than I have the last two weeks.
A painting of my dreamscape / The butterfly dream / I dream the sleep that sleeps in me. / The lie lies still.
I am exhausted. Worn down to my bones. My scans came back not clean, but stable, that strange purgatory of continuation.
2025 may have been the worst year of my life by any external measure. And yet, when I look back, it actually was the best.
I’ve been thinking about this quote from Dave Chapelle for the last few weeks, “In your life, in any given moment, the strongest dream...
More to come.
