Everything Works. Nothing Lands.

When you're young, pain and pleasure aren't theoretical . They're directional .

They’re your first tools. The original interface.

I’m less interested in building things that resolve emotion, and more interested in what we could build to hold it.

As kids, we pressed against things to understand them. Clay. Walls. Rules. We learned form through pressure. Touch made things real.

But pain and pleasure aren’t reactions to the system - they are the system. Without resistance, reward goes flat. Without contrast, pleasure becomes ambient. The result isn’t meaning - it’s dopamine. And dopamine, divorced from depth, doesn’t satisfy. It loops.

Everything works. Nothing lands.

When nothing hurts, there’s nothing to push against. And without pushback, we can’t locate ourselves. We’re just floating - stimulated, maybe. But untethered.