q2 musings

to feel intensely is not a liability, that to be moved by a sentence, a glance, a flower is not proof of naïveté but evidence that we are still alive to textures algorithms cannot catalogue.

The tyranny of LLMs is that you could ask for options forever and never finish. You are left disoriented, with a single question: what will you put your name on?

If you watch him actually talk about music, even when he was young, it seems like he's more of a Tyler the Creator type of oddball who wanted to splice electric guitar into a hip hop beat and make memes, and they forced him to be a pop product instead. I'm having a hard time holding it against him when he finally switches up and seems to be making... See more

We’ve traded the theatre of passion for the theatre of avoidance, as though emotional minimalism were the only responsible way to survive modern life. A world that considers yearning immature and indifference sophisticated leaves us fluent in strategy yet illiterate in wonder.

in the age of algorithms, a question to ponder (h/t yancey strickler) once the algorithms know you, how do you break those things? Let's say you go down the rabbit hole. How the fuck do you get out? How do you get out and reorient yourself as a different type of person? That's a very real question for me lately. I feel... See more

I want something quieter and harder to counterfeit: the intensity of attention that notices the quiver of a wrist when reaching for a glass; the presence that enlarges an ordinary afternoon; the appetite that doesn’t require catastrophe to be vivid. I want Romanticism stripped of its operatic melodrama, no consumptive poets dying by candlelight,... See more