Flotsam; the remains of a shipwrecked life
The sea does not care. It takes what it wants and leaves the rest to drift. A man can build something strong, something that holds against the…
July 24, 2026
We Can’t Build Communities: You’ll See Why.
July 18, 2026
Context Collapse: Why We’re Losing the Story Behind the Story
July 17, 2026
Negative Income Tax and Social Infrastructure: Why Precarity Needs Both
July 16, 2026
An Academic Overview of the Bottom-up Social Infrastructure Framework
July 13, 2026
Bottom-Up Social Infrastructure
July 12, 2026
On the Value of Attention
July 10, 2026
A Closer Look at Precarity
July 8, 2026
The New Infrastructure for a New World
July 24, 2026
We Can’t Build Communities: You’ll See Why.
July 18, 2026
Context Collapse: Why We’re Losing the Story Behind the Story
July 17, 2026
Negative Income Tax and Social Infrastructure: Why Precarity Needs Both
July 16, 2026
An Academic Overview of the Bottom-up Social Infrastructure Framework
July 13, 2026
Bottom-Up Social Infrastructure
July 12, 2026
On the Value of Attention
July 10, 2026
A Closer Look at Precarity
July 8, 2026
The New Infrastructure for a New World
The sea does not care. It takes what it wants and leaves the rest to drift. A man can build something strong, something that holds against the…
No one complains about having enough. Enough food, enough money, enough security; these are the markers of a good life. But what happens when “enough” turns into…
I’ve been watching a lot of YouTube videos about homesteading and prepping lately. Partly because I find the whole idea fascinating; growing your own food, living off…
The sky over Metropole Prime was the color of dead glass, a dull, perpetual twilight where the sun had been tamed by atmospheric regulators. Citizens moved in…
Shoshana Zuboff’s seminal work, “The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: The Fight for a Human Future at the New Frontier of Power,” explores the emergence of a new…
There is a silence in the morning, before the first notifications arrive, before the mirror reminds us of the day’s expectations. In that silence, there might be…
There’s something almost primal about the chorus of Chumbawamba’s Tubthumping. A few simple words, belted out over a driving beat: I get knocked down, but I get…
There was once, or perhaps there still is, a rhythm to things. A cadence not dictated by the artificial metronome of notifications, nor the pale blue hum…
I have a fantasy, man, and it’s not the kind you find stitched into the neon glitz of billboards or rattling the brass-balled dreams of Wall Street…
To serve is to place oneself in relation to another not through force, not through exchange, but through attention. This is the foundation of any authentic human…