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 …