MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

  • The Compromise

    Marcus adjusted his Hermès tie in the reflection of his office window, forty-seven floors above Manhattan. Below, protesters marched through sleet, their signs dissolving into papier-mâché resolve. He’d meant to join them. “I really was going to go,” he told his reflection. The reflection nodded. It always did. Instead, he turned to his computer and…

  • Value Maintenance

    The Farcaster news is being framed as a rare moment of honor in tech: Merkle stands down, infrastructure is handed to Neynar, Dan Romero and Varun “V” return roughly $180 million to investors, and the VCs applaud the discipline. On the surface, it does look clean. No slow rug. No zombified runway bleed. Capital comes…

  • The Rerouting Reflex

    There’s this persistent consensual hallucination floating around American boardrooms and think-tank server farms— that empire, the whole blood-soaked apparatus of extraction, coercion, and hegemonic mindfuck, somehow booted up on American soil sometime around 1945, as if the Republic had invented the very wetware of domination. As if Bretton Woods was the Genesis block and everything…

  • The Certain Uncertainty

    Lord Havelock Vetinari, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, had discovered that there were only three truly dangerous things in the world: Dragons, People who believed strongly in destiny, and People who believed strongly in spreadsheets, especially those who used the ‘Auto-Sum’ function as a substitute for a moral compass. The third category was currently seated in the…

  • Honestly Fake

    I live in Venice, and Abbot Kinney is a little deal with the devil we’ve made. Every shop there is paying for the privilege of make-believe — pretending not to have to be really organic while performing it anyway. Santa Monica doesn’t pretend to be organic. That’s the difference. Abbot Kinney says: You may skip…

  • The Black Hole

    I first noticed it on a Tuesday, which seemed appropriate for a sinkhole. It had appeared overnight in the center of Municipal Plaza, approximately where the statue of Founder Henderson used to stand,  who had apparently founded something at some point but the plaque had worn smooth decades ago. The sinkhole was modest. Perhaps three…

  • The Registry of Orphans

    I. The Architecture In the autumn of 1952, the directors of the National Historical Institute summoned Dr. Eliseo Ferrer to inform him that his services as a chronicler had been terminated. He was not being dismissed, they hastened to clarify, but rather reassigned. After thirty years of distinguished service documenting the agrarian reforms of the…

  • The Curator

    I was hired to soften things. Not to lie, Mr. Vilner explained during my interview—he was very clear about this—but to prepare people. To ensure that when the bad news arrived, it arrived gently, cushioned by context, wrapped in perspective, delivered with appropriate emotional scaffolling so that no one would be traumatized by suddenness. “We…

  • The Liquidation of Responsibility

    Just finished the Sean Combs documentary. It’s nauseating how a generation of politicians and influencers gave cover to this operator as a viable “empowerment” example for Black people. Democrats and respectable liberals loved it, flaunting playlists like credentials. He was offered as proof that the system worked—not because the harm wasn’t visible, but because it…

  • Nostalgia For Capital

    The nostalgia isn’t for decentralization, censorship resistance, or user ownership. It’s for the ignition—the moment when capital concentrates, detonates, and creates a brief window where everything glows white-hot. The technical language (decentralization, permissionless, trustless) is just the safety protocol you recite before the test. It’s not what anyone’s actually there for. Revival is Capital Migration,…

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