About

I made the site with two goals in mind: read more and write more.

For the longest time I have wanted to increase my writing output, and recently one of my professors made an observation that has encouraged me to see this through: Once humans industrialized, and manual labor reduced in everyday tasks, we built gyms to exercise our muscles to mantian physical health, and now, we have another technological revolution on our hands which makes it very easy to offload a lot of cognitive tasks onto AI. This site is my cognitve gym so to speak.

You will find essays and miniessays with topics ranging from random shower thoughts to cultural commentary. However, my writings will mainly centre around books I have read. Feel free to email me if you relate, disagree or just want to expand on the discussion of my writings. Conversation or debate is a great way to sharpen ideas or unlearn wrong ones.

What I am currently reading is on Now.

A parting quote:

"'Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over the other organisms. It's by talking nonsense that one gets to the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I am human. Not one single truth has ever been arrived at without people first having talked a dozen reams of nonsense, even ten dozen reams of it, and that's an honourable thing in its own way; well, but we can't even talk nonsense with our own brains! Talk nonsense to me by all means, but do it with your own brain, and I shall love you for it. To talk nonsense in one's own way is almost better than to talk a truth that's someone else's; in the first instance you behave like a human being, while in the second you are merely a parrot! [...] Well, and what's our position now? We're all of us, everyone one of us without exception, when it comes to the fields of learning, development, reason, experience, and every, every, every other field you can think of, in the very lowest preparatory form of the gymnasium! We've got accustomed to making do with other people's intelligence - we're soaked in it! It's true isn't it? Isn't what I am saying true?' cried Razumikhin..." — Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment