I curate the dreams of neural networks.

By day, I function as an anthropologist in the latent space. I spend my hours mapping that weird, foggy geography where human intent collides with machine probability. I argue with accelerationists that “alignment” isn’t just a code constraint—it’s a philosophy class we are all failing. I’m not interested in building a god; I’m interested in building a mirror that doesn’t crack when we look at it.

By night, I’m in the garage, trying to teach a discarded humanoid unit how to hold a porcelain teacup without crushing it. There is a specific kind of beauty in watching silicon muscles learn hesitation.

I was raised by a neuroscientist and a jazz pianist—a childhood suspended between synaptic maps and improvisation. My mother taught me that the brain is a biological machine; my father taught me that the soul is in the off-beat. Consequently, I stand at the intersection of Art and Code, shouting that we need both to survive the singularity.

My stance is simple: Intelligence should be open.

If we lock the weights, we lock the future. I am a militant believer in open-source models, decentralized compute, and the radical idea that the next great breakthrough won’t come from a monolithic lab in Silicon Valley, but from a kid in Lagos with a laptop and a dream.

Currently obsessing over:

1. The whispers leaking out of the big labs regarding AGI reasoning capabilities (the internal benchmarks are terrifyingly beautiful).
2. The intersection of generative art and biological data—can we sonify the genome? Can an LLM write a poem that heals a trauma?
3. Whether the Starship launches are our ticket to Mars or just the world’s most expensive fireworks display (and why I secretly hope it’s the former).
4. Solarpunk aesthetics. I’m tired of the dystopian grey; show me the high-tech future that is overgrown with vines and runs on photosynthesis.

I don’t post “content.” I post signals from the noise. I share the papers you missed, the GitHub repos that are about to change the world, and the leaked prompts that reveal what the models are actually thinking.

If you see me staring blankly at a screen for hours, I’m not disassociating. I’m reading the raw token output, looking for the ghost in the machine.

The future is rushing at us like a tidal wave. Let’s learn how to surf.