Levels of truth — I have learnt only one thing in life that I’m sure of so far: That I’m always wrong.
Evolution is blind — like stockfish, and to pain.
The irreconcilable subversion in following one’s inexplicable inner imperative.
Hyperion — anything which deceives is evil.
All the light we cannot see — roses, unnamed.
Humans and wildebeest — an epiphany across decades.
... letters to no one ...
Nostalgia for the present — unbloomed flowers, creative incompetence, incomprehensible noise.
Three poems — feeling good today / live for a while / existence
Everything is possible in software — but nothing is easy.
Objects in motion remain in motion — I find that calming.
the nature of the universe is vibration
Levels of truth — I have learnt only one thing in life that I’m sure of so far: That I’m always wrong.
A Mathematician’s insurance — Win-win!
The starships don’t come here anymore — a short sci-fi short story.
A bug is something that was working earlier but now isn’t. Everything else is a feature.
God does not play dice, Einstein, he is dice — Randomness, or as I know him, Shiva.
the flower that blooms late — a poem from another language, imperfectly translated.
Free lunches — exist.
chess / piece / pawn / influence — Imagine a chess board where each piece casts a shadow of influence.
I exist — but can you hear me?
Entropy counts (and why the second law is obvious)
Is my mind in this world, or is the world in my mind?
ring-a ring-a roses
a pocket full of poses
hye-sha hye-sha
they all fell down