The body has its own clocks. What interests …
The body has its own clocks. What interests me here is the mismatch between the body’s rhythm and the story the working day tells about
working notes from the textual underground
CLAY LOWE
Soulcruzer is my public notebook—a place where walking, writing and lived experience meet story, myth, psychology, technology and the unfinished business of becoming human.
The subjects wander, but the deeper inquiry remains: what shapes a life, who gets to author it, and what might become possible when we learn to see our stories as constructions rather than commandments?
The body has its own clocks. What interests me here is the mismatch between the body’s rhythm and the story the working day tells about

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What if? Two small words with a hinge between them. Most questions ask us to account for the world as it is. What happened? Why
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What catches me in Angie Hobbs’s talk isn’t simply the claim that Plato anticipated fake news, demagogues and the slide from democracy into tyranny. Ancient

The mirror is a monster for a lot of people. I know this because I have stood in front of it and felt the room

Time Is on Your Side: Listening to Coldplay’s Amsterdam Coldplay’s Amsterdam begins with a star going out. A man is swerving, losing his grip, blaming

A discord transmission from the point where magic, media language, pattern recognition and the Guerrilla Blogger interfere with one another.

Bob Sassone’s website is thirty years old. Thirty years. Older than Google. Older than the word blog. Still there, still being tended, still refusing to
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I am a writer, blogger and barefoot philosopher. I use that last word in its oldest sense: a lover of wisdom, someone trying to learn how to live. Philosophy, for me, belongs in the street, the kitchen, the garden and the difficult conversation. It begins wherever our ideas about life collide with the life we are actually living.
Soulcruzer is where I conduct that inquiry in public. I have been writing here since 2004, following my curiosity through story, myth, psychology, technology, music, walking and the unfinished business of becoming human. The subjects change, but the deeper questions keep returning. What shapes a life? Which stories have we inherited? How much of what we call reality is interpretation hardened into habit? What might become possible if we learned to see our stories as constructions rather than commandments?

The Soulcruzer podcast is an audioblog from the edge of the inner life.
Part personal essay, part field recording, part narrative alchemy, it follows the strange places where story, psyche, myth, technology, and everyday experience begin to speak to each other.
One episode might wander through tarot as reflective technology. Another might take Nietzsche’s eternal return for a walk, explore games as containers for transformation, or ask what happens when ancient wisdom meets the AI age. Depth psychology brushes against the esoteric. Philosophy comes down from the shelf. Theory gets tested against life.
This is not polished guru-talk or productivity theatre. It is a mind in movement: raw notes, live experiments, confessional mysticism, and working fragments from the textual underground.
At the heart of it all is a simple premise:
Stories are code. Reality is programmable. And the life you are living might be more editable than you were taught to believe.
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In this episode, I take the Soulcruzer podcast out of the studio and into the fields.
What starts as an experiment in mobile podcasting/vlogging turns into a wandering meditation on labels, blogging, AI, morning rituals, and the strange abundance of media tools we now carry in our pockets.
– Why I still think of myself as a blogger first
– Podcasting, vodcasting, and the pressure to become “multimodal”
– The problem with labels: “When you label me, you negate me”
– soulcruzer.com as the central hub/home on the internet
– Wisdom Walks as thinking time
– Walking, motion, and changing perspective
– The “barefoot philosopher” approach to everyday philosophy
– AI as an extension of cognition rather than just a productivity tool
– The “soft cyborg” and the library of Alexandria in your pocket
– Morning reality tunnels and the sacred space before breakfast
– Coffee, barefoot grounding, and choosing what enters your mind first
– Indie blogging, platforms, Substack, distribution, and the open web
– Why these episodes may stay loose, minimally edited, and stream-of-consciousness

experiements in story, self, and transformation
field notes, fragments, half-lit thoughts
The body has its own clocks. What interests me here is the mismatch between the body’s rhythm and the story the working day tells about us. The working day assumes a fairly flat human being: switch on in the morning, remain cognitively available for eight hours, then switch off at an administratively acceptable time. If your attention collapses at three, the failure appears to be yours. You ate the wrong lunch. You’re undisciplined. You need another coffee. You need to optimise your blood sugar, your sleep, your supplements, your morning routine. But the biology suggests something less accusatory. Sleep pressure
Culture is the expression of states of mind rooted in the effects of behavioural conditioning. Which means culture isn’t merely what a group believes. It’s what repeated behaviour has taught the group to feel. The child learns when to speak and when to shut up. The employee learns which questions are welcome. The soldier learns what fear must look like when translated into action. The consumer learns to experience dissatisfaction as desire. Long before these instructions become ideas, they’re trained into posture, timing, appetite, shame, attention. Behaviour rehearsed often enough becomes disposition. Disposition becomes atmosphere. Atmosphere becomes culture. We usually
Time is a nonrenewable resource, but that language can make a life sound like a battery slowly running down. Use it wisely. Don’t waste a drop. Extract maximum value before the whole operation shuts down. There’s truth in the warning, but also a trap. The moment we call time a resource, the manager in the mind arrives with a clipboard. The day becomes something to allocate, optimise, account for. Eight hours sold here, an hour invested there, twenty minutes squandered looking at nonsense on a screen. Soon we’re measuring a life by its efficiency, which may be one of the
What if? Two small words with a hinge between them. Most questions ask us to account for the world as it is. What happened? Why did it happen? What should I do about it? Useful questions, but they keep us inside the existing map. What if? takes a pencil to the border and wonders whether the edge of the known world is really an edge, or merely the place where the cartographer stopped drawing. It’s the question children ask before the world teaches them to be sensible. What if the wardrobe leads somewhere? What if the floor is lava? What
When your own life has a voice I haven’t watched My Brilliant Career yet, so I can’t say much about Sybylla Melvyn herself. But Srila Devi’s reflection on the character left me sitting with one question: What makes a person dare to live so freely? Srila writes that other people often describe her as courageous for travelling the world alone, while she regards marriage and parenthood as the braver path. Her own choices didn’t feel especially courageous from the inside. She simply did what she felt called to do. There is something important in that gap between how a life
On the drive down to Bristol this morning, I was listening to a 90’s mix. Two tunes caught my attention, One Headlight by The Wallflowers and Public Enemy’s He Got Game featuring Stephen Stills. I’ll deal with He Got Game in another post. Here’s the Wallflower line that poked me in the eye: “Man, I ain’t changed but I know I’m not the same.” I kept turning it over in my mind as the road passed beneath me. It names a kind of change that doesn’t fit the usual before-and-after story. There’s no clean break, no discarded self standing at
I’m becoming less interested in self-improvement and more interested in self-possession. To cherish myself.To trust the animal intelligence of intuition and instinct.To stop treating my time as though it were endlessly renewable. And to keep death somewhere in the room. Not as a threat. As a clarifying presence. Mortality burns away a lot of bullshit. It asks: Why are you waiting?Who are you trying to please?What deserves your attention?Who deserves your love?What are you doing with this brief, impossible life? Memento mori isn’t morbidity. It’s concentration. A reminder to care harder.Act sooner.Love more deliberately.Waste less life. No masters.No borrowed scripts.
We forget a lot of the past. We are confused about the present and we are ignorant about the future. There’s a brutal little epistemology in that sentence: We forget much of the past.We’re confused about the present.We’re ignorant of the future. And yet we conduct ourselves as though we possess all three. We turn incomplete memories into coherent biographies. We mistake our current interpretation for a clear view of what’s happening. Then we project that interpretation forward and call it a plan. Human life is a strange journey through time. The past appears to be behind us, but parts
I was looking at a list of NLP presuppositions on the screen when one of those old correspondences lit up again. NLP asks us to work with ideas such as the map is not the territory, there is no failure, only feedback, and people have the resources they need. These aren’t final descriptions of reality. They’re working assumptions: beliefs adopted provisionally because of what they might enable us to notice or do. Chaos magick makes a similar move when it treats belief as a tool. Rather than asking which belief-system deserves permanent allegiance, it asks what happens if I believe
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