Meditation on how weathers are different in different places, and how that is unknowable without experience, and how that says something about the limitations of imaginations and empathy without experience. Also, a buried lede.
A meditation on imagination, possible aphantasia, and AI art.
Why do people support negative leaders? Is it simple resentment?
The Impermanence of All Creations. AmWriting The editor’s notes sit in my mailbox. Waiting for me. Three years ago I started putting together a rulebook for my perfect tabletop roleplaying game. A companion for the UVG road-trip adventure. A roleplaying game is a strange thing. A kind of folk art practice, mixing improv theatre and […]
Really long post on why I think it is ethically and personally important that I support Ukraine in its struggle against Russia.
Six Months Russia’s criminal 2022 invasion and genocide against Ukraine has been going on for over 6 months. The war itself has been rolling since 2014. On the strategic field, it has been quite clear since day 3 or so that Putin’s Russia has shot itself in the face. I hope this also becomes clear […]
Linden Leaf The internal combustion engine rattles into silence and I get out of the white rental Škoda fabia. The drive didn’t clear out all the dead leaves. Yellow-brown, speckled with red-black and grey blotches. I rake them out from the car’s cowl with my hands and they let them fall like a shower of […]
Island, Tuesday 19 July, 2022 I floated off — beach, by the — resort. A rectangle of yellow foam floats quartered off a section of shallow water for us bathers. It was early. I was alone. I swam to the outer reach of that salt water quadrangle and caught the float rope. It was slick, […]
A week ago, as I was finishing the writing on my largest game* to date, I posted a twitter thread about my insecurity and imposter experience, and how I had downplayed (sabotaged, even) my own work. Thread: https://twitter.com/stratometaship/status/1536318473177284609 The writing is now basically finished. Usually, after I finished a writing project, I felt a melancholia, […]
A meditation on time and perception, as reflected through my experiences of a childhood shaped by my father’s dominating presence.