The Accused There is a specific kind of damage that doesn't get named often enough because it looks like a personality trait from the outside. The person who over-explains. Who qualifies everything. Who says I think when they mean I know. Who watches your face while they're talking to you — not because they're socially... Continue Reading →
Meta Bullshit Machine: Mapping My Persona and Deleting Self-Imposed Programming
There is a specific kind of stuck that doesn't feel like stuck. It feels like a natural limit. Like this is just as far as I go. Like the confidence runs out at a particular altitude or the knowledge stops at a certain depth or the visibility reaches a point where something pulls back without... Continue Reading →