Tracing the intellectual lineages behind my essays,
great ave ruins
My notes on research that won't leave me alone. On fractals and strange loops, on studies about waves and time and what the body knows before the mind admits it.
Thinking alongside scientists and philosophers, mapping territories where pattern meets mystery. Benoit Mandelbrot asking how long the coast of Britain is. Douglas Hofstadter on consciousness as recursion. The questions that catch my breath, even when I don't fully understand them yet.
There is a photograph of a woman eating toast at a kitchen table in 1976. The toast is simply toast. Fifty years later, breakfast has become unrecognisable. Not the food itself, but everything surrounding it. The decision-making apparatus. The expert guidance required. The moral weight of choosing correctly.
