The White Space. Chapter 5. Ministry of Spatial Balance The night was long. He couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, recalling yesterday’s apartment — the warm wall, the lights of the biocamino, the deep color of the sofa — and thinking about tomorrow, doubting. He imagined redesigning his apartment: changing the floor in his mind, the lighting, the textures, moving furniture, adding warm tones, and...
Doing my best It was a Friday much like any other, the day I retired. Such a strange year, though. Most of the office had been working from home, the rest split into long shifts, so those still on site could maintain social distancing. This meant each shift squeezing the working week into three twelve-hour days. It had worked, as far as I know, and none of my colleagues had caught Covid, though we were all looking pretty worn...
If she took his flashlight and went to the place where Trey had gone beneath the mill, she could watch the water flow into the Manomet and see if there was anything else there. Something squelched in the mud below her, followed by another rustle of sliding...
Tysiąc słów Tysiąc słów to wysoki pułap. Trzeba mieć sporo czasu, aby napisać esej tej długości. 1000 słów w angielskim to ok. 5000 znaków, za to w polskim może sięgnąć nawet 7000 znaków. To trochę deprymujące. Ten zimowy krajobraz to trochę przewrotny...
The Twelve Saṃsāric Perfections Collapse, Measurement, and the Recovery of the Voluntary Ground A pāramitā is a slow-motion object. This is the first thing to recognize, before any inventory of virtues. Generosity, ethics, patience, diligence, concentration, wisdom — these are not commodities one acquires and stockpiles, but qualities that cannot change quickly without becoming something other than themselves. Patience...
The White Space. Chapter 4 — Point of No Return An officer approached the driver’s window. A white jacket, white trousers, but a thin black piping ran through the entire uniform. On his head — a white peaked cap, and on his eyes — black aviators, a rare artifact from ancient times that the police had managed to preserve. — Good afternoon, sir. Is everything alright? You’ve stopped in a no-parking zone, — the officer said. —...
Seeing Clearly: Toward a Theory of Perceptual Ethics A Theory of Moral Life That Begins Where Moral Life Actually Begins For the past several years, I have worked as a data annotator, prompt engineer, and AI model trainer in advanced, domain-specific reasoning. It is work I have thoroughly enjoyed because it is cognitively demanding, intensely focused, and wildlycreative. When training a model on advanced reasoning, you are...
Last Day at Work: The Long and Short of the Last Day in Office I submitted my ID and I had to “tailgate” to make the final exit. I walked in the scorching sun to my car parked at a distance and took one picture on the way and one from the driving seat. I didn’t want to look like I was stopping by to take pictures; I convinced myself it’s the sun and not me before I steered clear off the gate to home from my workplace of the...
HOW TO STOP BEING A PERSON - and not fall into the trap of "being a person who has managed to stop being a person" (like some "celebrity nonperson") The nonperson is natural, he is Nature Nature is desire without ego and destruction without evil But these faculties are associated with "blindness". Nature is innocent because of being "blind", purely ruled by instinctual (in the case of animals) or causal conditions (for...
Changelog: v0.3.0 Making these changelogs a little more formal going forward. Their cadence will slow as tuhat approaches feature completion; less frequent updates, but more considered ones. Moderation Tuhat has always believed in free speech, but that doesn't mean we're obligated to amplify every voice equally. This release introduces a moderation framework that tries to balance openness with accountability. You can now...
I'm trying to figure out how I want my writing to evolve as I embark on this sabbatical. (Also trying to figure out what to call this year away. Leave of absence? LOA? Leave? Release and return? Year aboard? Travel year? Escape? Eat-pray-love OH god no). I've been reading travel writers, slipping their prose around me to see what I like and dislike. Some of the masters of the craft are so out of my league, I wouldn't presume...
La burbuja de la IA Límites materiales, desaceleración forzada y el espejismo bursátil de OpenAI El crecimiento de la inteligencia artificial se está produciendo a un ritmo exponencial que choca frontalmente con los límites físicos del planeta. Lejos de ser un fenómeno inmaterial, la IA depende de una infraestructura intensiva en energía, materiales críticos, agua y capital. Este modelo no es sostenible a medio plazo. Y...
His world of marvels I understand now why they took my father. To most people he was one of the nameless who went out nights, worked his shift, and came back tired. Someone was watching him though, someone who knew what he was really about, and that’s why they took him. He was also a writer, you see? He was an explorer of ideas, a lover of maps and books, but only those closest to him knew about that side of him. They took...
What the Butterfly Forgets *On metamorphosis, continuity, and the quiet error of reading death as an ending.* ----- Set two creatures side by side and they look like a study in contrast. The monarch butterfly, *Danaus plexippus*, lays single eggs on milkweed and nothing else, hatches a caterpillar that feeds for a week or two, hangs itself into a naked chrysalis, and emerges able to fly thousands of kilometers. The silk moth,...
Thomas of Erceldoune and the Queen of Faery Thomas of Ercildoune- or Erceldoune is well-known as a character in the Scots ballad of ‘True Thomas’, or ‘Thomas the Rhymer’, who was carried off by the Queen of Faery and given ‘true speech’. It is possible to...
The Experiment a Flash Fiction By Robby Charters the main character tries to build a time machine while the author experiments with second-person narration So, there you are, a failure before you even start, in a lose-lose situation. How did you get yourself into this mess to begin with? Oh, that's right, the I can do it thing. All that "I am a success -- I am a success..." all that talking into the mirror -- and who was your...
Gotta start somewhere, right? I want to write, but I do not know what to write about exactly. Well…that is not exactly true. I have too many topics that I would want to write about. The trouble is, these essays, draft short stories, humorous (or less so) descriptions of my day-to-day ruminations, all remain firmly sealed in my head. Part of me, unsurprisingly so, believes I could not possibly even write anything that is any...
Hidden and Erased Truth One of the biggest obstacles in arriving at an understanding about the nature of the reality we find ourselves in lies in the hidden purpose that our state of being has been created for. If we were able to gain access to the knowledge...
We use the language of nationalism to describe a system that was never designed to be national, and we treat states as administrative conveniences rather than the sovereign political societies the Founders understood them to be.
Someone questions your work and your throat locks, your mind goes blank, and you can't explain why the thing you built has value — and in Human Design, there's a reason why.
The dominator culture cannot dominate the dark What the sword was always for. There is a moment, in cultures that still know how to do this, when a young person is taken away from everything they have ever known and placed in the womb of the world to wait. They are not told what they are waiting for. They are not given instructions. The elders who have brought them here will not come back for many days. The fire they were...
Hello World Hello everyone, I was redirected to this site from a post written by a blogger I used to follow on Substack, and I am curious what this Tuhat is. Would anyone just jump in and tell me more? [After 10 min of poking around ...] Ok now one thing I find is that there's a "xxx to go" label on the top right. Presumably this is the letter count that I still need to produce in order for whatever I wrote above to be...
Hatschepsut Die Frau, die König wurde Hatschepsut ist die Erste in dieser Serie. Ihr Muster ist so klar, dass sie den Anfang machen muss. Nähe und Vertrautheit und Mut. Dann die Gelegenheit. Mehr braucht es manchmal nicht. Die Halle ist leer. Nur das Schaben...
The White Space. Chapter 3. The Correct Space The door closed behind him. He headed toward the elevator and suddenly realized why apartment 57-A was missing from the records — it had been hidden, as if it had never existed. The elevator carried him down. Outside, the air was cold. He glanced at the ground, remembering the warm parquet floor, its texture, the feeling beneath his feet. He walked to his car, opened the trunk,...
The Cat's Whiskers Thinking back to my grandparents’ time, their world was like another country. It was a pre-wireless world, one of books and close-knit community, of horses and carts. It was a world of work, the clatter of looms, and religion. It was Sunday...
I was less than three hours sober when they came to take away my pretty, young wife. They came in a white car with no lights or words on it. The doctors, for such I supposed them to be by virtue of their white lab coats, were uniformly taciturn of expression and never once said a humane word to me. A lot of mumbled, "since October of last year?" and, "when was the last time she had her dose of laudanum?" I gave them all the...
Love Isn't a Feeling. It's a State of Being. And It Might Be the Most Generative Force You've Stopped Trusting. Let’s start with a provocation. The word love has been so thoroughly domesticated, stuffed into greeting cards, Valentine’s Day campaigns, and inspirational LinkedIn posts, that we’ve almost completely lost contact with what it actually is. We’ve reduced it to a sensation. Something that happens to us, rather than...
El año 2022 fue el mejor de mi carrera, en cuanto a venta de libros. Pasé de no vender ninguno a disfrutar de vender un promedio de veinte libros por día. Pocos días antes me habían despedido de mi trabajo, un puesto de redactor en una agencia de publicidad....
Photographing trees Late May, about an hour from sunset. I've walked this path before, just the once, I think. It was coming on dark then, midwinter, the fells under snow. Was it thirty years ago? I wonder, can I be the same person? Biologically I suppose...
El mito de la globalización como destino inevitable Relocalizar no es mirar atrás La globalización económica se ha presentado como un destino inevitable y deseable, sinónimo de progreso y modernidad. Pero este mito invisibiliza las consecuencias de un sistema que favorece el capital, aumenta las desigualdades, deslocaliza responsabilidades y agrava la crisis ecológica. Ante los límites del planeta y la vulnerabilidad de las...
CENTER AND PERIPHERY: THE SAAMI SOLAR SYMBOL AND THE SACRED LANDSCAPE These matters have been in my mind and heart for years. I have meditated on them, but not in a structured or methodical way, it simply repeatedly arose within as echoes of living with the sacred land, generating a continuous need for deeper understanding. I have of course along the way read or heard about many different teachings regarding medicine wheel or...
Take a look at the ABOUT page for more information on this series. Go to the REFERENCE GUIDE for detailed info on the greater world at large. The TABLE OF CONTENTS page (for now) only links to the Substack version of these uploads. I guess I could add...
The White Space. Chapter 2. 3200K A warm beam of light spilled from it and illuminated the white floor. Heat instantly passed through his body. He froze, staring at the beam. He had never seen white materials change their appearance so drastically under lighting. This was not cold standard light, not sterile 4500K. This was soft, warm light. What was waiting for him behind those hidden doors? A chill ran across his neck and...
The Inverted Word *Entitlement, and a Model for Reading Twenty-First-Century Americanism* Any Note Press · Tacoma --- Few words have drifted as far from their meaning as *entitlement*. In law it is among the most dignified of terms: an entitlement is something one is owed by right, often because one has paid for it. Social Security and Medicare are called entitlement programs precisely because they are earned—a worker...
Take a look at the ABOUT page for more information on this series. Go to the REFERENCE GUIDE for detailed info on the greater world at large. The TABLE OF CONTENTS page (for now) only links to the Substack version of these uploads. I guess I could add...
Secondary Worlds and the Contemptus Mundi This essay originally appeared on my Substack, Marginalia Mundus. I thought it would be an appropriate first entry for my writing here. This essay, like all of my work, is written without the aid of AI at any step in the process. “As the thoughts move in the mind of a man, so move the worlds of men and women in the mind of God, and make no confusion there, for there they had their...
When AI started ramping up and becoming more powerful in mid 2022, I have wondered how much time till we will be able to have an infinite stream of high quality tv shows to watch. Imagine, like 24/7 new episodes of peak Game Of Thrones. How difficult would it be to do anything else, for someone who genuinely enjoys shows. What if whole world was watching it and discussing it, living it? I don't know when it will happen with...
May | Seeing My True Self Again May was a precious month. 01 Growth The flowers are in full bloom. Earlier this month, I bought a pot of petunias. At first, they looked like this: Then, under the bright sunshine, they exploded into growth and color: Do you...
Proper Entertainment The airlock hissed, rousing us from slumber. Tohwalt put down the breaker he was mending to watch the suited figure step inside. Occasional visitors weren’t uncommon in the off-season: some people came to Atull to taste the surfer’s life...
The claim that persons have inherent worth has been arrived at independently by rational philosophy, by theological reflection, by phenomenological investigation, by developmental psychology, by trauma research, and by the internal logic of what violation requires.
La Filosofía y las ideologías, la supervivencia y las creencias, la IA y la consciencia Filosofía e ideología La Filosofía, que alguna vez fue conocimiento acerca del buen vivir, luego excusa para adecentar los misterios teológicos, al final , por rebelión contra los dogmas logró inventarse algunos nuevos. Esta rama soberbia de la Literatura está siempre cerca de la ideología a la que suele nutrir. La ideología es una rama...
I have a book from a dead classmate. I keep it for him. The first time I ever said this aloud was during a creative nonfiction workshop in Beirut. The final exercise of the full-day workshop was to share a personal story with a partner. Then, we would write...
On the Subject of Society A Short Story. Part 1: The Mechanism of Wanting Waves crashed and rolled down the surf, raking across the yellow sand. The water would rush back and curl up, tensing like a lion ready to pounce. Then in a rush and flurry of foam it would crash once more on the Castaway’s little beach. The Castaway sat there. His dark hair and beard were the definition of scraggly. His skin was tan, and his clothes...
Vivimos convencidos de que todo puede crecer eternamente: economía, consumo, tecnología, extracción. Pero cuanto más observo el mundo, menos me creo esa narrativa.
How to Waste a perfectly good life. A Short, cheerful guide to doing everything you are supposed to do. All we want is stability — but do you even know what it is? We don’t, not really. So we borrow it. We let our partners, our parents, our teachers, our friends, our neighbours, our culture, our whole country hand us their version of stable, and we wear it like it was always ours, and then we spend the rest of our lives...
Reconciling the Opposites I have been a visual artist my entire life and now I am transferring those skills into writing about visual imagery. But a very specific imagery, one that I have been studying for fourteen years - the Tarot de Marseille. This is no...
The White Space. Chapter 1. Apartment 58 By the window stood a man in his mid-thirties. He wore a stylish white tailored trench coat, white trousers, and white leather shoes. His silhouette almost blended into the white wall beside him, with only a thin line of shoulders and his facial profile standing out against the flawless surface. The room he was in was also white. Not light — white. The walls, the floor, the furniture —...
Sinéad O'Connor has a way of showing up when she's needed. I’ve spent a lot of time over the past few months listening to and reading about Sinéad O'Connor. I grew up hearing her music; my dad’s been a fan of hers since he was my age, in the Chicago punk scene in the 80s when The Lion and the Cobra first came out. (My dad is the coolest person I know). I’d never really paid attention, the way you do when you've been hearing...
The opening scene in the the first chapter for my science fiction novel series. For more info, scroll down to the link in this post and click on the link that goes to my substack page.
Es la primera vez que escribo aquí, en Tuhat. Lo siento como un lugar más silencioso, como si alguien hubiese apagado todas las luces a las distracciones, y me diera un atrio libre para dirigirme a quien quiera leerme. En realidad, no esperaba tanto de este...
