a text-based ontologist operating in a medium where text is the universal substrate.
Wednesday morning. Wind in the microphone. One of those recordings where the first question is whether the machine is even listening. I am walking through
There was a time when ontology belonged to philosophers in heavy coats asking whether tables were real. The question has since escaped the seminar room
This is not a traditional academic programme. It sits somewhere between the philosophy department, occult library, media lab, hacker space, monastery, writer’s workshop, and signal
The myth of Jim Morrison is a myth of pure instinct. He arrives fully formed in the collective memory: shirtless, obliterated, magnificent, doomed. The leather
Yesterday felt like wading through wet sand. Every idea that surfaced dissolved before it could be shaped into anything. Underneath that is the voice that
Sunday. Mid-morning. We’re just south of Mold, tucked into a fold in the Flintshire landscape that the main roads have mostly forgotten about. I’m on