Vertical Gridlock
There is a specific, quiet madness that occurs when a group of civilized adults enters a motorized metal box. For the duration of the ascent, we agree to a temporary truce with gravity and a total suspension of eye contact. We are, for ninety seconds, a collection of strangers united by a single goal: reaching…
Notes from a Substrate Custodian
There is a specific brand of optimism required to own a Vampire Crab. The name itself suggests a certain gothic drama – tiny, purple aristocrats lurking on mossy crags, perhaps plotting a gentle coup of the living room. I prepared for my role as a prestigious curator, envisioning a glass cathedral of ferns and mist.…
The Tragedy of the Monogamous Gaze
There is a particular brand of modern heroism required to sit in a darkened room for two hours and look at only one thing. We call it “cinema,” but for those of us with minds like caffeinated hummingbirds, it feels less like art and more like a hostage negotiation with a projector. I find myself…
Frequently Wrong, Rarely in Doubt 