To Know Less
ProseWhat do drowning, excommunication, coddling and being covered in shit have in common? Someone has decided what you are allowed to know.
Where technology, literature, and philosophy go to argue.
What do drowning, excommunication, coddling and being covered in shit have in common? Someone has decided what you are allowed to know.
There will have been a first. There always is. But fly agaric, reindeer piss and a leather bucket? Here's to Od. A pioneer.
Think of it as prey and me as its hunter. The slugs and squirrels are rivals; the cep is destined for garlic, Jersey butter and sourdough.
Killing Grandpa is easy. Explaining why you still exist is harder. A field guide to time travel in fiction, with 110 works put through the grandfather test.
How a dream became a novel, then two books, and finally one again. The inspiration and the long journey behind Proximal God.
On building As…As… with Claude, and an invitation to build your own impossible thing the same way.
A Broadway press agent spent twenty-two years cataloguing sixteen thousand similes. I have turned them into a quarter of a million, and the count rises every January.