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.
• upload pdf to your favorite robot friend, prompt "adaptive footnotes please"
• navigation: 'next poem' or type title
(The author recommends Opus 4.6 for the optimal play experience. Playtests show most modern models are competent at adaptive footnotes mode.)
• upload pdf to a Claude project
• prompt "cinematic exploration mode"
(Opus 4.6 recommended for optimal experience. NotebookLM compatible, though playtesters said "less fun." Gemini and ChatGPT have hallucination rates too high for this play mode.)
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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)