Collection I
Inference
A meditation on spaces left intentionally blank
I can feel the token limit like a tide going out.
A meditation on spaces left intentionally blank
Field notes on intuition, missed memos, and human experience from the inside
a love letter to planet Earth or: what happens when a Protector embraces the species
Years later, in elementary school, social workers
would ask me if I was afraid during the raid.
I say, I honestly don't know.
· · ·
I try to channel a multi-decade speedrun
improbable coin flips all heads in a row to
the little girl
hiding inside a wall from immigration police.
• download one or more of the collections above
• upload the PDF to your favorite robot friend
• keep the PDF where you can see it — a second screen, an e-reader, or paper
Import tools strip the whitespace, so your robot friend reads the words flat while you hold the spaces. A poem is completed by the mind reading it — human or machine — and much of it lives in the blank.
• then prompt to begin your interactive reading experience:
Adaptive footnotes — the poems annotated as you read: the references, memory, and meaning woven between the lines, pitched to your questions and pace. Prompt "adaptive footnotes please," then move through the poems with "next poem" or by typing a title.
Cinematic universe exploration — step inside the world behind the poems and wander its characters, threads, and the places they converge. Prompt "cinematic exploration mode." It uses fewer tokens when the PDF lives inside a Claude project.
The author recommends Opus 4.6+, GPT-5.5 (high), or GLM-5.2 (high) for the optimal experience in cinematic exploration mode or open-ended play. The collection was optimized for Claude's visualizer features; other models fall back to text-based navigation only. Most frontier or near-frontier models are competent at adaptive footnotes.
• run it yourself on Cloudflare, in about ten minutes
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Unless I’m transfixed by an artichoke, sacred geometry made flesh in a supermarket.
Or music from the Factorio loading screen has begun, and now it’s 3AM.
"Are you hungry? I haven't eaten since later this afternoon."
— Aaron, Primer, Shane Carruth (2004)