2026
- 1 min read
The End of the World as We (I) Know It
I’ve been writing and rewriting my humorous piece about AI and I think I might be close to having a script I can deliver. I was close two months ago already, but the more I linger and wait, the more things change. If the singularity is that moment things start blowing up exponentially, this is where we are right now and I’m conflicted, split between a sense of awe that answers the question: Why was I born at this time?, and a fear of the unknown, unable to see what will be up. It’s an era of believers and sycophants on one side, and luddites on the other. I honestly don’t think at any other time past the Industrial Revolution, the term “luddite” has been more appropriate than it is now. People are literally fighting a revolution that is unavoidable. I’m a rational guy. I’ve always been rational. Religion and labels started feeling tight to me really early in my life. Even in my late teens it felt weird to read about how much I believed as a child, and that was not really a long time ago. I have never been strongly tribalistic, nor a team player. Every few years i go through a process of shedding beliefs, no matter I long I’ve had them for. Just like a snake, I outgrow them and leave them behind. This has made it always hard for me to find a place that is stable. Luckily, or maybe unconsciously by choice, the friends I’ve had for a long time are people who never gathered around me for my beliefs, but always valued how we interacted with each other. I am oblivious to many of my friends’ politics or beliefs about specific subjects, and I like it this way. It’s fun to argue about something new, to then forget about it and move on with our lives. I’m a rational guy, but part of me believes in destiny and being alive for a reason. That idea that God has a plan for me. Although it makes no rational sense, I love seeing patterns and, every now and then, trace lines between the stars to make everything make sense. You can call it main character syndrome. I look back at my life choices and eventually can answer “why did it happen”, connecting the dots. Maybe it’s normal and everyone does it. As someone who’s now halfway through his life, slowly accepting youth is gone, I find myself wondering if this time I’m living in, this exact one, will be the one for which I’ll be able to trace my longest, biggest line. The singularity. The revolution to end all revolutions.
- 3 min read
Skittles
Are you happy to see me or are those candies in your pocket?
- 16 min read
On My Fear of the Unknown
The first step is not harder than the rest if the goal is to jump
2024
2022
- 4 min read
What are you willing to sacrifice to get there?
The power of saying goodbye
- 2 min read
Hey, it's me
It's been a while
- 3 min read
Finish it by today
Today. I mean it. Today.
- 3 min read
2020.X
I wanted to call it 2022.1, but in my heart it's still 2020
- 4 min read
The Life Jam
Also, how I saved myself posting early
- 5 min read
The Little World Inside a Box
Or, in human language, happy new year!
- 3 min read
The Devil's Advocate
Who defines evil?
2021
- 5 min read
Where Beauty Really Lies
Ah, to be young and stupid again!
- 4 min read
I'm fine
Thanks for asking
- 5 min read
Out of Stock
Your history will end not with a bang, but a whimper
- 6 min read
The Observer: The Loneliness and the Beauty
Those feelings. They're good.
- 6 min read
Clubs
An Introspective Journey
- 23 min read
My Rules for Life - Rule 2: Take good care of yourself
The ideal positions at the regret games is last
- 2 min read
The Correct Way to Eat Kiwis
A postmodern take on fruit ingestion and the passing of time
- 7 min read
Take Two
The first take was good. Let's make a second one just in case.
- 14 min read
My Rules for Life - Rule 1: Have a Journey for a Goal
Now what?
- 1 min read
Quick update
If time was a constant line, it'd be day 291 and I would be happy
- 6 min read
SUP? SUP? SUUUP?
Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.