Hi, I'm Jake. I'm a collapse-aware Gen Z postrationalist, born into the dying gasps of civilisation. Here, I attempt to make sense of the world in an age of narrative decay with what I hope to be ruthless precision. Moreover, I deal with personal themes of grief and disillusionment with unrelenting candor. I'm not going to pretend to be anything I'm not. I'm a heartbroken, dying ape in a dying world, and it's my hope that this resonates with someone before we must say our last goodbyes.
In brief, I aim with my essays to:
Synthesise the key insights of a large number of thinkers into short, self-contained essays that read under 25 minutes.
Demonstrate that all of these thinkers are effectively saying the same thing to eliminate conceptual redundancy.
Provide a psychoactive framework for pragmatic ego reconstitution.
I often do not say anything new; I simply present old ideas in novel configurations in an effort to improve coherence. Thus, I may litter my text with references, but none of them should be strictly necessary for comprehension. I encourage readers to at least skim through many of the works I reference just as much as I encourage them to ignore them, knowing they are all rehashes of the same concepts. Any credentialism is purely demonstrative, and should not be taken seriously. There is no virtue in intellectual obesity.
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Hi there.
I find anonymity stifling. It rips the humanity away from interaction and turns it into a fraught, neurotic mess. The fear we mitigate through avoidance manifests itself tenfold through reactivity. We assume the worst when we do not see each other. In that spirit, here. This is me. Just some kid, filtered through the slight distortions of a wide-angle lens, dancing with the kangaroos in Australia.
