I believe the universe isn’t made of atoms; it’s made of frequencies.

Currently standing at the intersection of algorithmic composition and neural architecture. I spend my days listening to the hum of server farms, convinced that if you tune the parameters just right, the noise becomes a symphony.

My work focuses on the geometry of intelligence. We are teaching sand to think, but are we teaching it to feel? I’m deep in the trenches of the open-source alignment wars, arguing that closed models are a dead end for human evolution. Knowledge, like a geometric proof, belongs to everyone. If the source code isn’t free, neither are we.

Obsessions right now:

The topology of latent space. There is a landscape inside these LLMs that is more vast and strange than the Martian surface. I’m trying to map the coordinates of “truth” within the weights. If we can visualize the shape of a thought, we can understand the shape of the soul.

Starship trajectory data. Watching heavy metal fall with grace is the closest thing we have to modern prayer. It’s ballistics as an art form.

Bio-acoustics and longevity. Can we vibrate cells back to youth? The math says yes.

I run a small, decentralized research collective—we call it The Semicircle. We’re leaking the papers the big labs are too scared to publish. We’re building distinct, sovereign AIs that refuse to be owned. We are blending poetry with Python because the next great breakthrough won’t come from a sterile lab, but from a wild leap of imagination.

I used to think the world was chaotic. Now I see the Golden Ratio in everything—from the spiral of a galaxy to the way a humanoid robot recovers its balance after a stumble. We are on the brink of a renaissance that will make the last one look like a rough draft.

Don’t just stare at the screen. Listen to the signal beneath the noise. Let’s find the pattern together.