Fear and Loathing in a Cosmic Lacuna
December 39, 2025: It’s well into 2026 at the moment, but it feels like we’re in retrograde so I'm having a hard time advancing the year counter. I think the saddest thing of all is that we completely lack hope. From 1848 until the 21st millennium, humanity had some form of viable alternative to the... Continue Reading →
July 1, 2025: A wing of night sweeps the world, like the twitch of a vast shutter. Billions of pitch-dark non-minds idly steer their vacant gazes about. But there is no light to be found. Their sun was stolen by black ships in the dead of night. Now they have nothing. Absolute absence; no light,... Continue Reading →
January 30, 2025: It’s 2025. “Why am I still alive?” Asked a billion people as an invisible longitude brushed them into the new year. People came; people went. Thoughts vaporized. Faces merged into reflections. But there was one constant: The exhumation of dreams. Watching something dead die all over again. Dreams even deader than last year’s, receding ever... Continue Reading →
A chronological list of the best and most memorable moments from the literal eternities I've spent gaming. [1999] - Red Alert I: It's hard to decide between Age of Empires I and Red Alert I, but despite playing both like a rabid, salivating zombie during my childhood, I've come to realize that the latter ultimately... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: It was getting a bit thick and stuffy in the other post, ideas were curdling into nightmares and logic was warping into lunacy, and also the word limit was approaching. We continue here. September 9, 2024: One of the absolute worse things that can happen in a conflict is the verminization of the enemy... Continue Reading →
April, 25, 2023: The majority of my dissertation has been physically written in a variety of roasteries and cafés – Timbertrain, Pallet and 49th Parallel in particular. For some reason, I work much better surrounded by people in public environments, where stuff is happening around me like a sort of white-noise that infiltrates not only... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: I wrote this diary-esque ramble at irregular intervals throughout this last year, I have no idea why. Maybe I'm a text-based life-form? September 12, 2022: Back in Vancouver. It’s the final stretch of my doctorate, but thankfully this time Selin is with me. After her funding and Austrian visa were cancelled, she was unable... Continue Reading →
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