In “Bitcoin Is Female,” I showed how the first digital reproductive system has been hiding in plain sight for 16 years, misunderstood as industrial machinery. But Bitcoin isn’t the exception. It’s the rule. Nearly every major technology we’ve built is alive in ways we refuse to see.

I know what a flooded nervous system feels like. I know the moment when the gap between what happens and how you respond collapses — not because you chose it to, but because the load exceeded the system. Most of the time there’s space. Distance between stimulus and action. A

The house was not built for this many people. It sweated under the weight of them — walls holding their breath, beams creaking softly as if listening. The air inside was thick with dust and breath and the low murmur of men performing attentiveness. Jesus sat near the centre of the

An Amythic Retelling The night did not feel dramatic. It felt confused. Torches bobbed in uneven lines through the olive trees, shadows jumping where they should not. Metal rang too loudly. Voices overlapped, sharp with adrenaline. The garden — which had held quiet only moments before — now breathed panic. Peter’s

An Amythic Retelling The household ran smoothly. Fields were worked on time. Accounts balanced. Servants knew their roles. Meals arrived when they should. Nothing was obviously wrong — which was precisely the problem. The father was respected in the region. A man who provided. A man who handled responsibility without complaint.

An Amythic Retelling He came fast. Too fast for dignity, really — the kind of pace that gives away what careful posture tries to hide. One moment Jesus was walking with the others, dust lifting around their feet; the next there was a figure cutting across the open ground toward him,

An Amythic Retelling The room was not holy in the official sense. No incense. No priestly garments. No carved warnings about who could stand where. Just a low table, cushions arranged around it, oil lamps softening the corners, and the ordinary intimacy of a private home that had decided, for

An Amythic Retelling The shoreline on that side of the lake felt different the moment they stepped out of the boat. The air was heavier — salt and scrub mixed with the faint iron tang of disturbed earth. No familiar synagogue skyline, no neat Judaean terraces. Just a broken slope, scattered

An Amythic Retelling The road was already thick before midday — bodies pressed so close that the air itself felt crowded. Voices overlapped, sandals scraped, someone cursed as a donkey refused to move. Heat rose off stone and flesh together, turning the street into a low, human thrum. Jesus moved somewhere

An Amythic Retelling Jerusalem smelled different after rain. Not cleaner — unsettled. The stones sweated. The drains muttered. Brown water slipped down the streets in narrow threads, carrying whatever the city preferred not to see. Jesus and the others walked the northern stretch in silence, cloaks damp, boots heavy. Ahead lay

How a Cello in York Minster Revealed the Architecture Beneath Emotion Johann Sebastian Bach is often spoken of as though he were simply a composer among composers — a historical figure placed politely beside Vivaldi, Handel, Scarlatti, Telemann. But that is biography, not truth. Bach did not write “music.” He wrote

What a Man and His Dog Taught Me About Presence, Poverty, and the Things We’ve Forgotten It was a grey, unremarkable morning — the kind London produces without effort — when I noticed a man sitting cross-legged on the pavement, his dog lying against him as though stitched to his ribs.

Why Human Beings Cannot Regulate Themselves Alone Connection Is Not Emotional People talk about connection as if it’s emotional — warmth, closeness, shared interests, chemistry. All the soft vocabulary that makes it sound optional. But connection is not an emotion. It is not a preference. It is not a personality

Why Humans Don’t Fight Over Ideas — They Fight Because Their Nervous Systems Read Each Other as Threat Framing There is a mistake at the heart of how we think about conflict. We keep assuming it is about communication, intent, values, ego, ideology, personality. It isn’t. Conflict is not

Why the real AI crisis is not machines thinking too much, but humans thinking less THE OLD BINARY For decades, we’ve talked about artificial intelligence as if the future depends on a coin toss. One flick of the thumb and humanity lands either in utopia or annihilation. On one

Why Our Civilisation Has No Adults — and Why AI Arrived Into a Vacuum We No Longer Know How to Fill PART I — THE VANISHING There is a quiet sentence pressing itself through the cracks of modern life, too extreme to say out loud, too impolite to test, too unsettling to