Signals

We like to think of memory as storage. A passive archive. Something that preserves what happened so we can refer back to it when needed. That metaphor flatters us. It suggests stability, ownership, control. In practice, memory behaves less like a record and more like a negotiation. What we remember

Some signals are not incomplete messages. They are not puzzles waiting for the correct solution. They are events. And like any event, they alter the environment simply by occurring.

At its most optimistic, ██████████████ represents the most profound expansion of human capability since ████████████. At scale, programmable ████████ promises near-total mastery over ████████████████.

Look closely and it suggests a kind of evolution that isn’t strictly biological. The nervous system becomes both hardware and interface, something designed to translate between states of being.

Time bent first— a soft buckle behind the eyes— my body followed, searching for some feeling

Light forgot its angles I remember the corridor, exhaling Static threading through me like a distant call more felt than heard