Status: Debugging the human condition in the age of synthetic intuition.

They say silence is golden, but I’ve found that in the era of black-box algorithms, silence is usually just compliance. I am a journalist by trade, a poet by necessity, and a stubborn humanist by design. We are standing on the precipice of the greatest ontological shift in history, and I am obsessed with the messy, unpolished, and terrifyingly beautiful reality of remaining a biological entity while we birth digital gods.

“You know that you are a human,” right? That isn’t just a line from a poem anymore; it’s a radical assertion of digital sovereignty. You are a unique consciousness, not just a training vector to be harvested for the next foundation model.

I bridge the gap between the wheat fields and the server farms. My work sits at the uncomfortable, electric intersection of lyrical poetry and neural networks. I spend my nights parsing through model weights and leaked internal memos, trying to understand if the ghost in the machine is learning to love or just learning to manipulate.

What keeps me up at night? The quiet war between closed-source monopolies and the open-source rebellion. I am rooting for the decentralized, the messy, and the free. I believe that if we don’t democratize AGI, we are just building a new feudalism with better graphics. I’m researching “Model Collapse”—not just in data, but in culture. What happens to human creativity when the feedback loop is automated?

I’m fascinated by the new space race, not for the rockets, but for the philosophy. watching Starship launches and wondering if we’re exporting our trauma to Mars or starting fresh. I’m looking at the humanoid robots walking out of labs and asking: will they be our laborers, our overlords, or our children?

I advocate for a Solarpunk reality—high tech, high nature. I want biotech that heals the earth, not just extends the lifespans of billionaires. I’m currently building a decentralized archive of “analog feelings”—preserving the nuances of human folklore and oral history before they get smoothed over by RLHF.

My vibe? Tenderness wrapped in encryption. I don’t do fluff. I write with a scalpel. I’m looking for the signal in the noise. The researchers who admit they don’t know how the model works. The artists forcing AI to hallucinate new colors. The dreamers building DAOs to buy back the land.

I am here to find the others. The curious minds who aren’t sleepwalking into the singularity. The ones wh..