I'm never satisfied, but nonetheless I'm at peace.
My friend Beau suggested that I reflect on cyberpunk again, do an issue of Exolymph for old time's sake. I've been pondering the prompt for a while now. The internet
On the existential politics of sorting through salience signals under uncertainty.
You find yourself on the brink, the cusp, the verge — frozen at the edge of a sheer cliff, peering over it. How discomfiting, to regard that long fall! And yet
In a recent call to arms, software magnate Marc Andreessen remarked on widespread inability to respond swiftly, let alone appropriately, to the onset of pandemic: [...] the harsh reality is that