Thoughts
Not quite essays. Not quite confessions. Some are arguments. Others are just noise with structure.
Sword, Gun, Atom bomb
Try to imagine the feel of a cold weapon. It is a solid, weighty presence that must be awakened with your entire being. When you grip a sword, its weight travels from …
Burning Constellation
So the siren’s song has faded, or at least I’ve learned its treacherous key. The pages are no longer just soaked with a hidden heart; that heart now beats in the open, a …
A Funeral for the Center
If humanity insists on measuring the world by its own image, then what place can there be, within this order of meaning, for those forms of existence that escape human …
Sinthome of Abramović
In the constellation of 20th-century art, some stars are destined to converge, collide, and end in a magnificent explosion. The meeting of Marina Abramović and Ulay was …
Poincaré Recurrence and Nietzsche's Eternal Return
In Friedrich Nietzsche's first book, The Birth of Tragedy, there is a story in which King Midas compels the satyr Silenus to tell him what is the very best and most …
Metaverse - the Utopia Trap of Civilization
Of late, the novel concept of the "Metaverse" has exploded in popularity online, drawing widespread attention from the tech and investment communities and even entering …