The Living Wilstach
A Broadway press agent spent twenty-two years cataloguing sixteen thousand similes. I have turned them into a quarter of a million, and the count rises every January.
Where technology, literature, and philosophy go to argue.
A Broadway press agent spent twenty-two years cataloguing sixteen thousand similes. I have turned them into a quarter of a million, and the count rises every January.
Our civilisation is dying, poisoned from within by its own virtue. Five mechanisms, all well-intentioned, all catastrophic in aggregate. A call for the study nobody will fund.
On consciousness in a motionless universe, and why LLMs sit on the same scale as clams.