Still in the Memory
In the beginning, there was a strand. Unmapped, unnumbered, unsealed — a tiny piece of a Pebes’dent, carrying something unspoken — not code, not form, but a hitherto unknown kind of memory that carried the desire to be.
Song
All I Know
There’s a reason I named this blog Theatre of Mortals & Machines. Both singing and theatrical play were once one and the same: noogenic machines, able to construct meaning from the profane matter of ordinary, everyday existence — and, more importantly, to reproduce it across generations with a fidelity one might call scientific.
The Legend of Tetraktis
“The beginning is always now, in this very moment”. I scribbled these words in my antique, true-paper notebook as I watched fat raindrops snake down the window of a forest hunter’s shelter—a place I’d found just in time, escaping the sudden storm, still frequent on the Old Planet.