The final arbiter of your life may not be a man with a gun or a god with a lightning bolt, but a civil servant with a rubber stamp. Misaligned. Dated. Irrevocable. Stamped once—and filed forever.

A rambling exposé on my many years of learning and employing the Linux operating system in my life and work.

I woke into a dream this morning — or something like one. It had the texture of memory, the symmetry of a story.

If pollinators teach anything, it is that the most vital work is often unseen: that everything depends on relationships we cannot always measure, and that life, to persist, must be shared.

The codex as a context for political, theological, epistemological, and ontological conflict. The article traces historical and fictional instances where books were feared, forbidden, or weaponized, and asks what this says about the relationship between knowledge and power.