The Author is Dead! Long Live the Author!
In a world of leaky metadata, generative reputational damage, and diegetic narratives the nature of authorship is evolving. Discussing identity, authorship, in a post-darknet context is nothing new.
The Author is Dead! Long Live the Author!
In a world of leaky metadata, generative reputational damage, and diegetic narratives the nature of authorship is evolving. Discussing identity, authorship, in a post-darknet context is nothing new.
No More Cassandras: Behind the Music
Any time some pretentious audio engineer with access to novelty studio equipment or plugins l, it is customary to share some exposition about the creative process.
No More Cassandras: Behind the Music
Any time some pretentious audio engineer with access to novelty studio equipment or plugins l, it is customary to share some exposition about the creative process.
The Semiotics of Slop: Chance as Creative Method
From Cage to code: why randomness is a creative method, not a flaw.
The Semiotics of Slop: Chance as Creative Method
From Cage to code: why randomness is a creative method, not a flaw.
Homomorphic Encryption and Predictive Architectures
The “Layer 2” of the Internet
Fractal Heresy: A Manifesto For Those Who Refuse To Resolve
I. THE LIE OF STASIS They told you history was a sequence. A straight line, a thread woven by rational hands. They told you progress was forward, that time was a march, that civilization was an arc bending toward something better. This was a deception. Reality does not march. It does not bend. It spirals. It loops. It collapses in on itself, folds outward, splinters, reconstructs, and devours its own past like a serpent choking on its own tail. You have been misled by those who believe in res...
Fractal Heresy: A Manifesto For Those Who Refuse To Resolve
I. THE LIE OF STASIS They told you history was a sequence. A straight line, a thread woven by rational hands. They told you progress was forward, that time was a march, that civilization was an arc bending toward something better. This was a deception. Reality does not march. It does not bend. It spirals. It loops. It collapses in on itself, folds outward, splinters, reconstructs, and devours its own past like a serpent choking on its own tail. You have been misled by those who believe in res...
