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“Even this journaling is habitual…”“Are these loops who I am?”“How do you break out?” This morning, while the coffee was still ritual-warm in my hand and the fog of sleep hadn’t yet burned off, a familiar thought spiral spun up: Am I actually moving forward… or just rehearsing the illusion of change? I’ve written versions of this same question in my journal dozens of times.
A poet walks into a Parisian café carrying scissors and a stack of yesterday’s newspapers. He slices through headlines, obituaries, war reports, and weather blurbs, scattering words like tarot cards across the table. He isn’t interested in what was written but in what could be—what hidden messages lie in the shuffled fragments of culture’s cast-offs. This poet is Brion Gysin, and the year is 1959.His accomplice: William S. Burroughs—beat writer,
Take a Look Around https://youtu.be/o3UHMV3jrZk?si=D51rRvCqONyh8U6W Scene One: A Cultural Snapshot in Sonic Form The year is 2000. Nu metal is in full bloom. TRL dominates after-school hours. Everything feels like it’s accelerating—dot-coms rising, falling, and rising again, paranoia creeping in under the surface of Y2K’s afterglow. Enter Take a Look Around, Limp Bizkit’s contribution to the Mission: Impossible II soundtrack. The song itself is a
here, upon these 64 ancient squares,
kings stumble, queens rage, and pawns dream of transcendence.
the board of becoming–a battlefield of the psyche where every move reveals you.
along the way, you’ll meet
the Trickster, who mocks your plans;
the Sorceress, who awakens your forgotten power;
the Wounded King, who waits to be seen.
choose your moves wisely.
there’s a certain seduction to the bullet point. it’s neat. it’s tidy. it gives the illusion of control. one thought. one line. one breath. like a haiku, it ends where it ends. no need to explain. no expectation of cohesion. no pressure to finish a thought with a grand conclusion. a bullet point is a kind of grace—permission to pause. but today, i decided to
Where the Mind Ends and the World Begins: Thinking Like a Spider There’s an old tale told among the Ashanti of West Africa about Anansi, the trickster spider-god who brought stories to the world. He wasn’t just a weaver of webs but of narratives, connections, understanding. Anansi knew what modern science is only beginning to articulate: that cognition doesn’t live in the head alone—it dances
Long ago, before the first compass was carved from bone and star, the world was not unmapped—it was overwatched. Not by gods, no. By something stranger. They called them Shimmer-Seers. You wouldn’t have noticed them in the villages or cities, for they walked with dusty boots and quiet eyes, often mistaken for fools, madmen, or vagabonds. But these wanderers bore an inner flame—the uncanny ability
Following the thread of this article, I’m curious to explore some ideas about what we would need to do to change our thinking about writing. What would our thinking have to change to? In reply to On the Virtues of Hypertext, or the Unexpected Pleasures of Surfing the Web | by jjosephmiller | Nonlinear Nonfiction | Medium by jjosephmiller. In the Library of Babel, Borges
On the Difference Between Self-Help and Personal Development There’s a Zen tale about a young seeker who asks the master, “How can I become enlightened?” The master gestures to a nearby bucket of water and says, “See your face in the water. Then stir it.” The seeker peers in, sees his reflection ripple, and waits for the water to still again. The master smiles: “Self-help
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This morning I caught myself asking the same question I’ve asked a hundred times in my journal:
Am I actually changing… or just looping in disguise?