a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
So, if first-person confessional style podcasts are your jam, subscribe to mine wherever you get your podcasts. I’m on all of the major platforms.
In this episode, I dive deep into a question that’s been looping in my mind all day: What is a life for? More specifically, What is my life for? It’s one of those questions that feels simple on the surface, but the more you dig, the more complex and infinite it becomes. I’ve been pacing around, wrestling with it, and decided to hit record and let my thoughts flow freely.
There’s a peculiar rhythm that emerges when you step into a collaboration with something that isn’t human. It’s not the rhythm of conversation as we traditionally know it, where words pass between two beings with a shared sense of measure. No, this is something stranger—more electric. When I write with...
It started with a glitch—one of those little things you’d dismiss if life weren’t already disintegrating into chaos. I was walking to the corner store, a place where the fluorescent lights buzz like existential doubt, when I noticed the cats. They were everywhere. Perched on rooftops. Slipping through alleys. Lounging...
a collective cyberpunk community. from what i can tell, it’s not vibrant, but it is active.
