MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

  • The City of Ten Thousand Doors

    The room has been thick with smoke, curling in lazy rings under the ceiling fans, the walls stained amber in the dim light. Tangiers has pulsed outside, the city flickering in neon, shadows shifting like restless ghosts. In the corner, beneath a cracked light, the boss has leaned back in his chair—Moroccan leather, worn with…

  • Don’t Be Evil

    A Journey into “Sustainable Malevolence” It all started innocently enough, the way all these mind-numbing corporate revolutions do. A few high-functioning sociopaths in hoodies decided that the future of the world rested in the ability to “disrupt” industries at the speed of a startup burn rate. It started as a cute, nerdy motto on some…

  • Dispatches From The Edge

    The Lithium Wars: A Modern-Day Game of High Stakes It’s a strange new world out there, and it’s all spinning a little too fast. The old conflicts—the Cold War standoffs, the battle for dominance between Communism and the West—seem quaint in retrospect, almost like a sideshow at the circus of history. Sure, there were plenty…

  • Narcissus and Psyche

    In this analysis of Narcissus and Psyche, we will explore their stories through the lens of cybernetics, systems theory, and distributed consciousness. These frameworks focus on how individuals relate to their environment, the feedback loops they generate, and the mental processes that connect them within larger systems of interaction. Distributed consciousness suggests that different aspects…

  • Allies

    The war drums are pounding again, but it’s not what you think—no bombs, no napalm, no screaming jets over the jungle. No, this is different. The new warriors are brandishing hashtags, Twitter threads, and microphone megaphones, going toe-to-toe on campus lawns, in café basements, and the thousand-panel Zoom calls. All of them ready to go…

  • MAGA

    Scene: Suburban Kitchen – Morning RANDY, a middle-aged man in a “Save America” t-shirt, stands proudly in his gleaming, newly remodeled kitchen, giving CARLOS, a stocky Latino man in a worn uniform, an enthusiastic handshake. Carlos holds a clipboard and offers a polite, guarded smile. RANDY (grinning, voice loud and cheerful) Carlos, my man! Good…

  • Autopsy

    It was a spectacle of calculated chaos, the kind of grotesque carnival only modern American politics could conjure up. The New York Times, that towering cathedral of Establishment respectability, found itself fumbling with its maps like a drunk juggling road signs. The first map—a digital fever dream of small-dollar donations sprawling across the republic—painted an…

  • Pigfuck and the Sisters of Mercy #2: A Fable

    Once upon a time, in a forest crawling with filth, corruption, and fat-cat lobbyists, there lived the three little piggies—known far and wide as the Sisters of Mercy. They were a fine-looking bunch, all dolled up in their little blue suits, tails neatly curled, ready for the cameras, always chattering on about justice and equality…

  • Pigfuck and The Sisters of Mercy

    “Our faith in the integrity of the system has been restored! After all, democracy is alive and well—as long as we’re on top, of course. It’s a beautiful thing, really: ballots counted, recounts recounted, audits audited, until—by some miracle of divine intervention—Republicans win! Then, and only then, is the system above reproach, a paragon of…

  • Home Buyers

    Let me tell you, kids today just don’t get it. I hear all this whining about “sky-high home prices” and “crippling student debt,” and you know what I say? You’re just not thinking big enough. You want affordable housing? Well, why don’t we start thinking about something that actually works: a good old-fashioned, global conflict…

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