Zuihitsu, 2025-12

These aren’t polished essays or tidy aphorisms. They’re scraps I’ve carried around this month—half-heard thoughts, borrowed lines, sudden recognitions—that refused to be forgotten. Zuihitsu literally means “following the brush,” and while my version is shorter and scrappier than the classical form, the impulse feels the same: to catch what drifts across the mind before it … Continue reading Zuihitsu, 2025-12

A THANKSGIVING PRAYER TO THE AI INDUSTRY

Thank you, lords of the latent space, for the gift of convenience—for promising ease while siphoning our clicks, our keystrokes, our midnight sighs,our grocery lists, our panic searches, our private rants to dead relatives in the cloud—all ground fine in your data mills.You call it “training.” We call it the harvest.You reap what you never … Continue reading A THANKSGIVING PRAYER TO THE AI INDUSTRY