When we move away from abstractions, we get closer to the particulars, and so to the actual felt texture of lived life. Here’s an attempt in prose of doing that.

What happens when you combine platform co-operatives with the visionary?

What did Milton experience when he dictated Paradise Lost?

Why is this called “The Sounds Inside My Mind”?

I was having a hard time falling asleep two nights ago. Due to some minor strange omens, big engrossing good and bad dreams, the vibrating legacy of big bad trauma, and of course, some old school frenemies in the form of bad habits. Staying up late, mi …