No Verdict
No argument this time, and no conclusion. Just an image and a few minutes of music made from everything written here so far — the same preoccupation with fog and reckoning, turned into something you sit inside instead of read.

No argument this time, and no conclusion. Just an image and a few minutes of music made from everything written here so far — the same preoccupation with fog and reckoning, turned into something you sit inside instead of read.

When you can't see where you're going, the choice to keep going or stop isn't decided by which is right — it's decided by which failure you could forgive yourself for.

The four-wheeled spinner won the luggage market by winning the showroom — but the trip still belongs to two wheels.

Everyone's writing obituaries for SaaS and for open source. They're the same obituary — and software isn't the body.

Two years of head-down execution ended in a moment of looking up — and a slow recognition of what curiosity actually is once the good outcomes have stopped being available.

The post-WWII order is crumbling and small countries need to respond — but the hardest part isn't knowing what to do, it's that the problem demands exactly the kind of sustained, boring, comprehensive investment that democratic systems are worst at.