It wasn’t the possibility that the world would end when 1999 became 2000. It was the fact that the world people thought they knew had ended already.

LOL & Guillotine

I thought about the friend who had passed away often... his methodical erasure felt deliberate, like quiet resistance.

Issue 2: Oneirocritica

Silicon Valley appears less a harbinger of the future and more an iteration in a long history of speculative extraction.

Every death speaks its own language—a sacred tongue that opens doorways.

A Poem - A Machinic Network - A Literary Organism

How did the internet get this boring? And where is boredom leading us?

The signature slick and shine of their AI origination, as thin and flavorless as spit.

The fluids grow septic and the blood flows weak.

Ends & Beginnings