Everyone wants to be a prophet Nobody wants to toil in obscurity, misunderstood for ten years - or even a lifetime

Her work was at once mythic, architectural & timeless - something I aspire to be as an artist/builder

The stunning, otherworldly presence of Eiko Ishioka’s costumes

Anything can happen in this world of flowers

There are approximately ~360,000 bomb shelters in Switzerland. It’s your job to find the 9,729 that are ilex lichen labs

Mythmaking is the last form of power left online

I’ve been quietly buying up Swiss citizen bomb shelters to cultivate lichen that blooms only under very specific magnetic conditions. When it blooms, a chemical will be released to make everyone slightly allergic to aperol spritz, reindustrializing Europe overnight

I’m building rules engines for my rules engines

When the DeepSeek peptides hit and you get to ride your genetically-modified warthog bioweapon through the Great Lock-In of 2025

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Hey can I get a hit of that algorithm

After experiencing a miracle, I can say with confidence that beautiful big titty butt naked women do, in fact, fall out the sky you know

In a world of vibecoded b2b saas agentic onchain e-sports uber-for-your-mom yc-funded startups, be the black monolith in the desert that reminds them they are monkeys

This is the First Act btw

Do you think pickleball players feel a profound sense of accomplishment when they win

It’s officially Antichrist autumn

Sorry I haven’t returned your texts, been compiling grimoires on the Orb

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You end up with a kind of sleepwalking society ... a village obsessed with archiving but incapable of dreaming and remembering

The story of Macondo always struck me as a kid because of the larger commentary on memory/meaning. Without memory, culture cannot sustain meaning. Archiving helps us remember but if we completely outsource memory to external systems we risk hollowing out understanding

In One Hundred Years of Solitude by GGM there's a town called Macondo that's plagued by insomnia. At first the insomnia is harmless but then the villagers forget everything: objects, people, even memories. To cope, they label/archive everything so they don't forget its purpose