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A collection of essays, poems, and notes on craft, psyche, technology, and culture.

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Denial is a river in Egypt, and your goalposts about AI are on wheels.Every time AI crosses a line you swore it couldn’t, you just draw a new one:“AI

Another sunrise, another skinThe quiet hum before the spin beginsI know the shape of what

I saw a reel on Instagram where an interviewer asks a med student: "How is social life in med scho

I saw my reflection in the static on my screenHe said, "You'll die before you come clean." <br

I'm walking crooked but I'm walking throughGot duct-taped dreams and worn-out shoesThe ren

My words are carved in the bazaar dustWhile I'm counting cracks in ancient wallsTheir mout

I can't escape the memory of your laughter,it plays on repeat when the silence gets too loud.<