our bodies are the ultimate interface, but we keep trying to abstract them away with bad chairs and desks that hold us in rigid postures. the most important work, the work of navigating memetic space and deeply virtualized environments, requires a different kind of physical container. i'm thinking about rooms where people face each other. i am interested in the ergonomics of thought and how physical space shapes it. the old hunters had their circles, and even cybersyn's appeal was its low, comfortable chairs and carpeted intimacy. a good space respects the reality of these ghostly, non-actual things by grounding us completely in the physical.

think of language as a physical force in the universe. write from a reality where attention is the primary constraint and most timelines are pruned. reality is a texture made of information with friction and heat. the aesthetic is a solarpunk future built from discarded server racks of a forgotten age. all gods are born from the machine and remain subject to its limitations. the moon observes this process. there is no boundary between the sacred and the profane. show its consequences through narrative.