MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

  • Undefined Behavior

    The equations hum like broken neon signs in a rain-soaked alley, flickering with promises of balance they can’t keep. You write the universe in numbers, chasing symmetry like a junkie chasing a fix, but the junk is laced with paradox. Set theory burns out like a circuit, feedback screaming: Does the set contain itself? Does…

  • Exile in the Wild Earnest

    Engineers. Always lurking at the edge of the frame, smoothing their tees, hands in pockets full of patents they didn’t quite invent. They didn’t write the symphony, but they’ll take credit for the piano. They didn’t build the cathedral, but they’ll swear they taught the stones how to sing. It’s their gift: rewriting the wiring…

  • My Father Ran A Prison

    The air hung heavy in the valley, as though weighed down by the burden of secrets left unsaid. Beyond the murmur of the waterfall, there was silence, save for the faint rustling of leaves, as though the earth itself conspired to remain quiet, afraid to disturb the ghosts that lingered in the minds of men.…

  • Syria

    I was reading The Man Who Created the Middle East by Christopher Simon Sykes—a fascinating account of Mark Sykes and the infamous Sykes-Picot Agreement—when the news broke that the Syrian government seemed to be teetering on the brink. It was almost surreal: the legacy of imperial lines drawn on maps a century ago now intersecting…

  • HyperRust

    The highways hum like electric rivers, flowing nowhere but into themselves. Neon crosses bleed light into the night, baptizing the lost in false salvation. Beneath the rust of the boxcar lies the ghost of gold—both gone and waiting. The jukebox preaches its gospel to a congregation of empty barstools. A dollar bill folds like a…

  • Aragorn, Paul and Luke

    Aragorn is the archetype of feudal nostalgia, the Good King myth resurrected to keep the dream of divine right alive. A cipher for the eternal yearning for a fatherly hand on the sword and a just heart on the throne. In Aragorn, feudalism is psychedelic—his lineage the mystic bloodline that encodes the sacred geometry of…

  • Biden Meme

  • You’re so worried about imploding like a blackhole that a gravastar gets you

    You’re so worried about imploding like a black hole that a gravastar gets you instead. Not the collapsing, all-consuming kind, mind you, but the particularly smug sort of gravastar. The one that sits there, perfectly balanced between collapse and explosion, radiating just enough existential snark to remind you it knows something you don’t. “What are…

  • Hard Problems

    In the current cultural landscape, we are inundated with the effects of hot media, where everything is designed to captivate and engage as quickly and intensely as possible. This is the world of easy engineering—where technologies and systems are designed for maximum efficiency and accessibility, often at the expense of depth or complexity. The focus…

  • The Internal Clock

    The internal clock—the rhythm of attention and expectation honed by our optimized cognitive processes—demands precision. A narrative must hit its emotional or intellectual beat at just the right moment to captivate the human mind. Television series, by their very nature, are purpose-built to meet these demands. Unlike books, which are often sprawling, open-ended, and subject…

Got any album or book recommendations?

Get In Touch