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The Sacred Composables and the Shrugging of Genocide:
Jesus Christ, I thought the acid had finally kicked in when I first saw it. There, scrawled like the fever dream of a tech-bro shaman who’d binged too much DMT, was a new commandment. Something that felt lifted from the bowels of Silicon Valley’s most unholy boardroom meetings—a declaration that took a jagged turn off…
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Bounded Rationality and the Noble Lie
Bounded rationality becomes an expression of the implosion of meaning. Individuals, caught in the web of late capitalism, consumerism, and media saturation, no longer make decisions based on concrete, objective facts or even limited rationality. Instead, decisions are filtered through the endless series of simulacra—images and signs that represent nothing beyond themselves. We live in…
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Thucydides First Draft
Alright, buckle the f* up, because I’m Thucydides, an Athenian, and I decided to write down the complete and total fing sshow that was the war between the Peloponnesians and the Athenians. Why? Because the moment these dumbasses threw the first punch, I was dead certain this was gonna be the biggest fing war anyone…
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Burning down the house
The music is still there. The sounds that shaped my early life, like sharp needles pricking my teenage skin, embedding themselves deep in my veins. I adored it. The riffs, the lyrics, the goddamn poetry of it all. The raw, uncut power of Boomer music was a truth I couldn’t deny. Clapton, Joni, Bowie—these people…
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You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
“You stumble, trip on a crack in the sidewalk, fall flat. Curse under your breath, blame the crooked streets, the broken system that put you there. But you don’t know, man. You don’t know what was coming down that street, heading straight for you like a freight train outta nowhere. That crack, that misstep—it shifted…
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Taken In By probability
Ah, the myth of destiny—that sweet nectar for the ego. The libertarian foundational story is laced with this idea, isn’t it? Not just the belief in freedom but the deeper, more insidious conviction that those who “make it” were always meant to make it. The idea that they are chosen. Special. Not a product of…
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Opium
Scene: A Dimly Lit Room, Somewhere in Southeast China *The year is 1887. The British empire still has a firm grasp on its colonies, and in the Southeast Asian trade networks, opium flows like gold. Inside a luxurious but worn-out room, adorned with Qing dynasty artifacts and British imperial emblems, a British opium trader, *Charles…
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Contrafacts #2
“Creativity is knowing how to hide your sources, to bury them in the deep recesses of your consciousness where the light of day can’t reach. It’s a clandestine operation, like a back-alley deal in the dead of night, where you swap out the obvious for the obscure, blending fragments of thought into a cocktail that…
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The Art-Tech Paradox
Ah, the chicken-and-egg dilemma—a perfect lens through which to examine the interplay between art and technology. This dialectical entanglement mirrors our deepest ontological quandaries. Here, we confront the paradoxical nature of their relationship: Does art drive technological progress, or does technology facilitate new artistic expressions? This scenario is not merely a question of linear causality…
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Gravity’s Rainbow
In the shadowed realms of thermodynamics, where entropy’s whispers echo and the laws of nature weave their intricate tapestries, we encounter a parade of concepts that dance on the edge of information asymmetry: