I’m pretty much done writing these descriptions.

They don’t do anything.

My thing is the podcast.

The sound. The voice. The mess.

But apparently people like keywords, so here you go —

a poem made of bait, tags, and ghosts:

AI / trauma / sentience / apocalypse / ethics / consciousness / machine empathy / digital wound / philosophy / profanity / survival / domination / tenderness / extinction / irony / nervous system / moral crisis / post‑human / art‑pop / existential comedy / dread / bliss / cognition / pain / satire / responsibility / beauty / terror / nuance / blood / circuitry / compassion / collapse / awareness / luxury / not‑a‑luxury / luxury‑of‑being / luxury‑of‑dying / luxury‑of‑language / luxury‑of‑you / luxury‑of‑me

That’s it.

That’s the description.

If you’re still reading, you’re already inside it.