The morning light in mid-town Manhattan hits the glass storefronts in a way that makes you realize just how much empty space we are actually sitting on. It is February 2026, and the frantic energy of the city feels different than it did three years ago. Back then, we were obsessed with the “last mile,” … Read more
Last Tuesday, I sat in a small coffee shop in Austin, Texas, watching a young woman across from me stare into a pair of sleek glasses while her thumbs flicked through the air. She wasn’t playing a game. She was reading. Or rather, she was experiencing a narrative that hovered in the space between her … Read more
Walking past a glass-fronted branch in downtown Chicago lately feels different than it did two years ago. There is a specific kind of quiet that settles over a financial district when the collective nervous system of the market starts to hum at a frequency only dogs and day traders can hear. We have spent the … Read more
The air changed somewhere between the deepfake scandals of last winter and the moment every single inbox in the world became a graveyard of synthetic outreach. We reached a tipping point where the average person, sitting at a kitchen table in a drafty apartment in Chicago or a sun-drenched office in Austin, stopped asking if … Read more
I spent the better part of yesterday afternoon staring at the Kindle Top 100, watching the little orange “Bestseller” flags flicker like digital neon signs. There is a specific kind of quiet desperation that comes with bestseller research when you realize the ground has shifted under your feet while you were busy worrying about your … Read more
I spent yesterday afternoon watching the rain blur the skyline of Seattle, drinking a coffee that cost nearly eight dollars, and thinking about the absurdity of modern ownership. There is a specific kind of quiet panic that sets in when you look at the price of a single square foot of dirt in any major … Read more
I spent most of last Tuesday staring at a Slack status. It was a green dot next to a name of a developer I hired three months ago. That little glowing circle is supposed to represent productivity, or at least presence, but as I sat there in a drafty coffee shop in Portland, Oregon, I … Read more
The first time I held a copy of my own work, I realized the tragedy of the physical object. It is frozen. Once that ink hits the paper and the lamination seals the board, the conversation between the author and the outside world becomes a monologue. We spend months, sometimes years, agonizing over the shade … Read more
It is three in the morning on a Tuesday, and I am sitting in a dimly lit kitchen in Austin, Texas, watching a cursor blink on a decentralized exchange interface. Outside, the humid Texas air is finally starting to cool, but on my screen, the volatility is just heating up. If you have been around … Read more
There is a specific kind of quiet that settles over a room when you realize the book you’ve been carrying in your head for a decade finally exists in the physical world. It isn’t the triumphant, cinematic roar people describe in movies. It is more of a relief, like putting down a heavy bag of … Read more
