Friday, 28 February 2025



The machine hums along, refining its circuits of elimination, demanding speech under duress, demanding coherence under threat. To stutter, to err, to be unidentifiable—these become not just misstatements or misunderstandings but existential threats to the polis, justifications for its most brutal clarities.

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The circling isn’t a failure of ethics; it is ethics, or rather, the performance of it. The committees, the glass rooms, the lily-pad words ...