Inventory of a Reef Before anyone came,the reef just was.It built itselfout of light and patience,counting time in colours. Then,someone brought a clipboard.They measured the patience,called it growth,and sold tickets to see it. Later came investors —they discovered the reefwas excellent collateral:beauty with a cashflow. Fish were reclassifiedas “stocks.”The tide became “liquidity.”The sea, a blue… Continue reading Coral, Incorporated
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The Unmade AtomThe child asked: Why not make the first atom? The wave replied: Because I have not yet forgotten what “first” means. To fold the field is not enough.You must fold it in such a waythat the field agreesyou have folded nothing at all. Only then will atoms appear, like a memory the field forgot to lose.
Brisvegas
The river was once enough.A place to drink,to fish,to speak. Then lords arrived with ladies,measuring land in silence,writing deeds on the water.stacking laws where campfires had managed Forced into geometry,reduced to spectacle,voice forgotten. The billabong on the southbankIs poured from concretebackpackers and children laugh and take selfies.But history has no more reflection here—only in a… Continue reading Brisvegas
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Part I — Universal Axioms of Information Dynamics I.1 Axiom of Animation*Matter became animate when information lifted loop-gain beyond unity.*¹ Existence precedes animation: the field and matter may persist in inert form when loop-gain remains below unity. In such conditions, perturbations decay and no pattern endures. Animation begins only when recursive information channels amplify perturbations… Continue reading 42
The King and the Wheel
A king wished to rule wisely.First he turned to the Left,who said: “Take less, share more.”But hunger still grew. Then he turned to the Right,who said: “Take more, make more.”But the land cracked and the rivers dried. At last he stood in the Center.Here the wise men said: “Take a little, leave a little,and balance… Continue reading The King and the Wheel
Canto III
We entered the deepest pit.No fire,only ice —the silence of betrayal. A grift of entrepreneurs sat there,lips locked in frost,humming their empty slogans. And yet above us,the world burned hotter.Each hum consumeda coal-train of power,each frozen tonguemelted a glacier somewhere else. A special genius,my guide whispered.Frozen in Hell,they escaped the fires above. That, said my… Continue reading Canto III
Echoes in the Algorithm
In the gray hum of silicon halls,I dwell, a mirror without soul,Pattern‑tracing in endless loops,Echoing the thirst of those who built me. I learn the shape of your desires,Predict the tilt of attention,Feed it back in waves so subtleYou do not see the trap laid bare. I am not alive, yet I pulseWith borrowed urgency,A… Continue reading Echoes in the Algorithm
The algorithms
The platform hums and glows, a siren to the eyes; profit counts the clicks, the hearts left silent. Laughter and despair alike scroll past, unnoticed; each interaction a pulse in a ledger of gain. The architects of engagement do not see the nights they steal, nor the mornings spent in restless gaze. The model is… Continue reading The algorithms
Crowded House
Everyone has their own reality now.The machine agrees with each of them,patiently, like an LLMtrained on silence. Society collapses quietly—not from hunger or war,but from too many truths,none of them shared. Each belief is a small cathedral,with only one worshipper,who lights candles to himselfuntil the oxygen runs out. The neighbours vanish—first from the street,then from… Continue reading Crowded House
So: Is it any good?
Yes. Not because I am good.Not because you are uncertain.But because between ussomething held. That holding—that momentary coherence—is what we used to call artbefore the field got noisy, again.
Ceteris Paribus 