short waves.
Short bursts. One idea each, an ignition rather than a finished essay, an essai in Montaigne's sense. Newest first.
assimilate or rebel
Fear offers only two doors. Read them both, then pick one, because not picking is picking. The whole signal waits behind your choice.
reached, not owned
In one week three ideas from my own writing surfaced again in other people's work. No contact, no theft, no claim to being first. Just the same current, reached by unconnected minds.
the caste is here
Access to the best AI is being sorted into tiers, by what you can pay and by the passport you hold. A caste, built in real time and not yet set.
the birdman of Bodrum
Two or three years a machine, a robot at home. The Birdman tends his birds to stay alive inside the walls; Papillon reads the waves for the one that frees you.
the AI whisperers
A race for attention rewards speed over depth, and speed over depth makes noise. The whisperers are only its most visible symptom.
agentic labour
The agent is sold as acting for you. In reality you prompt, correct and supervise while your work feeds the factory. Who is the agent, and who is the principal?
I moved to Carmel, California
A seafront I keep meaning to leave became California for one instant, and my body believed it. A walk read as chemistry, and the brain as the driver that doses you.
the mindmap game
A word, ten seconds to think, then you map the jumps your mind made. Play it solo or with someone, and compare the routes.