Inner Mythical

I’m not sure if it’s the onslaught of constant information, or the general *waves hand around emphatically at everything* the general cooked nature of the world at the present moment. Everything seems so set. Maybe I’m finally hitting the realization that my late thirties are upon me and that really there isn’t much mystery left…

Personal Ideology

I have been looking for a while to where I fit in on the political landscape. There is so much dogma and rigidity around the camps as they currently exist. Marxist Socialists or Pluralist Liberalism, Anarcho-Humanist or Enlightenment Rationalist. None of these really fit, like a shirt whose sleeves are too long or the mid…

Getting in Touch With the Soul Again

Something has gone missing. Dead Internet theory has been decrying the lack of soul online for almost a decade. But now even the human generated content feels as aimless and just as algorithmically driven as the slop that proliferates so much of our online spaces. The heart is gone. Reason for posting and sharing something has been twisted and warped into a clamouring for views, likes, duets, reposts & remixing. Above all the motive of being able to sustain yourself through shit posting has taken even those with enough means already, like certain tech billionaires, down to play in the muck.

Artificial Apocalypse

AI is inescapable currently. Quite literally every app is introducing some sort of AI into it’s main sections. My own website admin panel now has it through Wordpress which seems to have included it “out of the box” – I have no clue to which service it pings or who is footing the bill for…

Enjoy the Process

In a world teeming with AI slop one could ask, why create anything? In order to cut through the noise you’d have to do something beyond phenomenal or just make something at least amazing that appeals to the most broad audience possible. Either way the chances of breaking through to anyone as a hobby especially…

Praxis Paralysis

I have been feeling a fair bit of #praxisParalysis over the last two years. Honestly I can’t believe it’s been that long since my last upload. Man how times change in such a short span. The more I learn, the harder it seems to see the path forward that lifts humanity out of it’s current…

Old Friend

The arrival was always signaled by the splatter of drips. This time, the slow uneven squelch of congealed mud, and blood. There was often blood. Swirling to mix with the muddy pools in the tattered mess of what had once been a pumpkin farm, but had recently been tarnished by the battlefield. The sword had…

Call of the Commune

My friends and I often joke about packing up and leaving the city to buck the trend by pooling our resources for commune living. Our joke has even gone so far as to have people picking out their desired roles & responsibilities within our made up pseudo-society. This musing isn’t unique to us; there is…

Writing in a Post ChatGPT World

From the outset it should be said that I use ChatGPT pretty much daily and think it is an amazing piece of technology set to change the course of human history (as if it hasn’t already done so). But now the act of putting thoughts to paper in my own often grammatically dubious and bumbling…

Solarpunk

What started as pure aesthetic has become social underground with books and manifestos building an optimistic ideological movement providing much needed hope for the future.

What started as pure aesthetic has become social underground with books and manifestos building an ideological movement that is picking up speed and inspiring many across generations. But what spurred this movement? How does it provide that much needed hope as an antidote to the trials and tribulations of the current day?