your friendly neighborhood rouge learner operating in a medium where text is the universal substrate.
How should I live? Socrates called it the examined life. The Daoists called it the Way. Every philosophical tradition worth
Raffaello Palandri runs a Book of the Day series, and this morning he wrote about Frantz Fanon's The Wretched of
A Dialogue in the Platonic Tradition The following is a record of an encounter between CLAY, a philosopher and lover
Annie Dillard, The Writing Life (1989) Ask a room full of people if they've ever wanted to write a book,
Step through the dark gate and enter the symbolic underworld of Dante’s Inferno. This quiz is not simply a test of
Monday. Early. The Writing Life opened on my lap. This morning, three passages piqued my interest. Three in quick succession,
Saturday. Early. The Malvern Hills are doing something extraordinary with the light. I'm writing from a little self-contained place just
There she was, uninvited and unapologetic. The couch had claimed me again, that familiar surrender to its uneven cushions, half
The most consistently effective way to avoid transformation is to do a lot of work on yourself. I have sat
The map is not the territory. You have probably encountered this before, from an NLP workshop or a philosophy class
The inner script and the world that follows Most people think imagination is what you use to escape reality. A
The voice in your head is not neutral. This sounds obvious. Say it out loud, and most people nod. But
The answer I got back from the question I carried this morning… Tuesday. Early morning walk. The question I carried out with me was this: What is already true in me that I’ve been pretending I don’t know? The answer came fast. That’s how you know it’s the real one.
“10:46 — Fell into an internet blackhole again. Back to work.” Something honest in that line. Not a confession: a sighting. The kind of thing you’d never write in an end-of-day journal because by then the story has been tidied up. You worked hard. You made progress. A few distractions,
Somewhere along the way, the internet stopped being a place you could get lost in.
That’s the thing I keep coming back to. The web I fell in love with, the one that let you follow a link from mediaeval alchemy to cognitive science to a poet’s notebook at 2am and feel like you’d discovered something, has mostly been replaced by feeds, funnels, and content engineered to keep you scrolling without actually going anywhere. The algorithm decides what you see. The personal brand tells you what to expect. The niche keeps everything tidy, and the curiosity slowly dies.
Soulcruzer is my argument against all of that. Not in the form of a manifesto. In the form of a practice. I read and I write and I walk and I wonder, and I do all of it in public, and I have been doing it since 2004. The variety isn’t a bug. A blog that moves between philosophy and walking and AI and chaos magick and depth psychology and the book that wouldn’t leave me alone last week — that’s not an identity crisis. That’s what a curious human being looks like when they refuse to specialise.
