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Ultra-Processed Minds — The Pynchon Filter, No Mercy

Ultra-Processed Minds — The Pynchon Filter, No Mercy

Somewhere, in the gridwoke hinterland of 2025, the feeds teem––Dopaminergic currents sluicing Lexicon Paste through the last synaptic estuaries of the Republic of Reading. Carl sits, retina-flickering, Faulkner’s Sound and the Fury (Vintage massmarket, Code 073820) open but leaking chronotopes: Benjy’s time—a collapsed waveform, narrative entropy.

The Hallowing

The Hallowing

I crave friction because the world made me smooth. Before the arrival of the ASI, I never questioned meaning. Life left marks without asking—risk was built into each day, mistakes were sharp and memorable, obstacles pressed against me and proved I was alive. I took their presence for granted.

Why Social Media Is Failing Us

Why Social Media Is Failing Us

To understand what has gone wrong with social media, it’s important to stop thinking about individual platforms. The names change. The logos change. The APIs shift. What never changes is the logic underneath—a system design that treats speech as currency, identity as performance, and attention as a scarce

Outpaced by Ourselves

Outpaced by Ourselves

There’s a hum beneath organizations now. A silent acceleration. Not in morale or mood—those still stumble in their old familiar rhythms—but somewhere deeper: in thinking, in speech, in drift. Invisible, except in how leadership suddenly feels… late. Not wrong. Not misinformed. Just out of sync. This isn’

Tumblebyte: Boot Sequence

Tumblebyte: Boot Sequence

The Wastes don’t scream. They watch. The sun, if it could still be called that, hung like a holed pixel in the yellowed sky. The air shimmered not from heat—but from distortion. Radiation. Scrap interference. Old signal ghosts. Calder Rix sat atop a stuttering hoverbike that wheezed more

The Aperture Is the Message

The Aperture Is the Message

McLuhan After Automation In the quiet machinery of modern life, tools no longer merely extend our limbs—they reach into the folds of thought itself. They prewrite the choices, autocorrect the syntax, whisper the next best action before we’ve even named the question. The trail between “what is possible”

Why We Write: The Quiet Power of Putting Words on Pages

Why We Write: The Quiet Power of Putting Words on Pages

There’s an odd kind of courage tucked inside the act of writing. Not the loud, cinematic kind that breaks doors down, but the quieter sort—the kind that sits alone with a blank page and decides to try. Writing isn’t always elegant. Most days, it’s ritual. A