An Unideal Dialogue
there is a very confined place, even though there are no clear boundary markers.
there is a very confined place, even though there are no clear boundary markers.
a tale about the Butterfly Devil
A fragment I found in an old Obsidian archive and rewrote.
A cafe dialogue about loneliness, the dualism of the mind, and a network of mischievous neurons.
A letter to a great white shark, written on my birthday in 2025.