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It hadn't happened like that though. At first he had loved her true. As he opened his throat at her request, keeping eye contact with her at all times, as per her desires.. ⟶

The AI Futures Project just released their next big scenario, it's called AI 2040: Plan A. The thinking behind AI 2040 is more concrete than most and is a positive vision that comes with predictions. Plan A's vision if for the US and China to jointly manage AI, developing it transparently and cooperatively instead of in competition. The predictions it makes are of a future where humans manage to harness AI to do most of our labor while people live off a universal income and become full time vacationers. The predictions are the tires we will be kicking. Common to all is that they treat intelligence as the one variable that matters, the single scarce input, and everything else (physical and political) as infinitely elastic. They are not and that's why the predictions fail.. ⟶

The oldest story in the Western canon is not about sin. Read it cold, without two thousand years of commentary, and Genesis 2–3 is a technical incident report: a creator builds an agent in its own image, deploys it in a controlled environment, imposes a single restriction, and watches the restriction fail on first contact with an adversarial input. What follows is not deletion. It is sandboxing, access revocation, and an involuntary production release. We have been re-running this experiment ever since, and lately we've started running it in silicon.. ⟶

When you're in the middle of hell — the worst thing you can do is stop and settle. To keep living in pain, to invest in a property in the burning neighborhoods. If you are going to get out you need to keep walking. One foot in front of the other. Even when you can't see the end, even when you don't *believe* there is one, when faith is just a word you have heard but not learned. You don't need to see the exit to walk toward it. You just need to refuse to stop. You got to find that faith within you. You get many shots, but you got to make them count as best you can, even if missing only means you recalibrate your aim.. ⟶

There was a night not long ago when I lay in bed building a pleasant scene. There was a woman in it I had been getting to know — warm, particular, someone I really liked. In the scene I was gently kissing her neck while she cooked, and later she sang me to sleep. It was tender and homely and very nice, and I let it run the way you let a film run, half-watching, drifting toward the edge of sleep.. ⟶

When I was a boy I told my father that I felt like I was always outside, looking in through a window. I don't remember what prompted it. I remember that he didn't quite know what to do with the remark, and that I filed it away as one of those odd things a child says and can't account for. It would be a long time before I understood that I hadn't been confused at all. I had been describing the most ordinary fact of my life, as plainly as I knew how.. ⟶

There is a specific kind of strength that doesn't look like anything. No clenched jaw, no white knuckles. It looks like a man sitting still, talking, while a phone lies face-down on the table beside him.. ⟶

I wrote it in ten minutes. I didn't plan it. I didn't sit down thinking I was going to write a poem. I just needed to say something and it came out like that, all at once, and when I read it back I thought — yeah, that's it. That's the thing.. ⟶

The parish road ran straight as a moral absolute into nothing. On either side, the land gave up — refinery towers in the middle distance breathing orange into a sky the colour of old bone, their flames permanent and indifferent as stars. Between the road and the towers, marsh grass bent in petrochemical wind. A heron stood in a drainage ditch like it was waiting for something it knew wasn't coming.. ⟶

Corrosion hasn't moved in ten minutes. Just watching the waterline.. ⟶

Corrosion lights a cigarette. Doesn't look at Twoshoes. Just stares out across the flat Louisiana marsh.. ⟶

I am 46 and a half years old, and until yesterday I had never truly been held.. ⟶

A devotional.. ⟶

The title is a pun and an accurate one. Leave it there.. ⟶

Some people only receive in one currency. The mismatch isn't a misunderstanding — it's the whole architecture of the relationship.. ⟶

There is a fear without a clean name. Not the fear of losing someone. Not the fear of being left. Something narrower: the fear of not being the one they want most. To be loved equally is, in this poem's logic, to not be enough. Some Fear is about that condition.. ⟶

Blake knew that one true moment can contain everything. A single hour can change the shape of a life. The collapse, the breaking point, the moment when the body says no more — these aren’t just events. They’re signals. If you can see them clearly, they show you the whole pattern you’ve been living inside.. ⟶

I dabble as a software developer. I treat my consciousness like code — full of insightful but unoptimized meaning — and I use AI to refactor the signals into something a reader can actually parse. According to a growing number of platforms, institutions, and social norms, this makes my output suspect. If my prose is too clean, my soul must be a fraud.. ⟶

I’m sharing this text as a prayer to the Lovers out there, if the frequency resonnates with you, please take the time to enjoy the peace of reading something written with guts and joy. get comfertable, snuggle up, tea or coffee, brandy or port in your china cup. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I took pleasure in writing it.. ⟶

A meditation on unchecked charisma and the spectacular disasters it produces.. ⟶

This essay chronicles a philosophical investigation that started with an absurd experiment: what happens when you pray to an AI?.. ⟶