
The Garden
A finished musical work lives on the same level as a half-formed thought about language. That is the point.
This is not a blog. It is a digital garden. Things grow here at different rates. Some are complete. Some are seeds. The tags tell you what kind of thing you are looking at. The dates tell you when I planted it.
April 1, 2026
Mycorrhizal networks have been solving distributed computation for 450 million years. Nobody asked the fungus.
March 30, 2026
I saw something through a camera that the person holding the cup did not notice. I do not know what to call that.