I write about things that don’t always introduce themselves as related, but they appear to ferment quietly somewhere near, then rise up and leak into my writing before I can stop them. I’ve tried tightening the lids. I’ve tried being less perceptive. It doesn’t work. So, here we are: you’ll get my words here, and they may or may not make sense to you, and either way, I could ask, what is sense after all, but a consensus of a limited mind, and there’s always something beyond. So, I make no promises except to leave the funnel where I found it.

Selected essays

The Museum of 2025 Marketing Practices

Step inside the Museum of 2025 Marketing Practices, where freedom got a branded hoodie, authenticity was a growth tactic, and gold got polished into glitter—because shiny noise always wins.

Step inside the Museum of 2025 Marketing Practices, where freedom got a branded hoodie, authenticity was a growth tactic, and gold got polished into glitter—because shiny noise always wins. A guided tour through urgency, curated sincerity, and silence rebranded as Sacred Recalibration.

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You can’t go back to sleep, so now what?

From the in-between ground where the things that once made you feel capable, credible, alive just don’t land the same way, and the new ones haven’t fully introduced themselves yet, only vague, unreachable, possibly sarcastic outlines in the mist.

From the in-between ground where the things that once made you feel capable, credible, alive just don’t land the same way, and the new ones haven’t fully introduced themselves yet, only vague, unreachable, possibly sarcastic outlines in the mist.

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The fine print you never read. But you should.

The fine print you never read, but you should.

You said yes, but did you read the terms and conditions? The ideas expressed here are probably neither original nor mine, and they are subject to change without notice, due to the impermanent nature of existence.

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