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.
A field of infinity
Before anything began,the field was full—of infinite probability. It kept offering itselflike a coat no one had lost. Then,a slight nod—a wink of reality—and suddenly everythingpretended to make sense. The wave didn’t have facility,so it just went,maybe slightly left of center. One probability fell in lovewith a boundary condition.Another became a chair. Someone eventually asked,“Is… Continue reading A field of infinity
the record is still warm.
the page hums with platonic forms,ink tasting of copper and sleep.we called it silence; the organ pipes said no otherwise. what left as “lost”returned as a climate:a little weathered in the margins,a little light on the dust. history doesn’t cool;it just spreads.
Haiku anyone
Steel towers, hearts crack,Profits bloom on burnt-out bones,What drives this unrest? Entropy moves through,Systems seek balance and form,Creation unfolds. Rivers choke on gold,Forests bend beneath the sky,Why does life bend so? Information flows,Matter aligns with the wave,Patterns shape without aim. Marble halls glimmer,Empty mouths whisper through dust,What is their true weight? Coin cannot measure,Energy and… Continue reading Haiku anyone
The Ballad of Smoke and Resonance
(Banjo type) They mined the ore from mountains high, they dredged the deepest seam,They fed the hungry furnaces that roared like some dark dream.The coal was ground to ashes, and the oil to choking flame,Each joule of heat was counted not as gift, but as a claim. The smelters sang like thunderclouds, the wires hummed… Continue reading The Ballad of Smoke and Resonance
Axiom — The Chair that wasn’t here
The truth came by this morning.It sat down, politely, on a chairof it's own design. We asked if it was correct.It said, “Not especially.”Then it lit a cigarette made of questionsand exhaled a diagram. Someone applauded.Someone else took notes By noon, the chair had folded into a paper birdand flown into a bookshelf.The truth? Still… Continue reading Axiom — The Chair that wasn’t here
I Cannot Stop
(the universe, offhand) I cannot stopjust because you take five. It is not in the information.Round peg,squared. I’m not offendedthat you leave.Your dreams are small rehearsals. When you wake,I’m where you left me —excepteverything has changed. Just a little.
At Night
(after Sorescu, by you) At night,I stop looking at things.They don’t mind.Nothing needs meto hold up the sky. Gravity is very strict. In dreams,I use recycled thoughtsto move through housesI haven’t lived in,with peoplewho didn’t askto be imagined. Light doesn’t enter,but the edges still cut. When I wake up,the world unfolds again,as if it had… Continue reading At Night
Ceteris Paribus 