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three essays on ai

AI that deepens
human experience

AI's most interesting potential is not automation. It is the collapse of false binaries that technology imposed on human experience — and the deepening of spaces that were previously underserved.

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Essay 01new

The Thought Archipelago

Every conversation with an AI is like an island. Memory is supposed to build bridges between different conversations. But the map and the AI whereabouts on it are missing.

Each conversation with AI is complete in itself, surrounded by water. When it ends, the island stays where it is — somewhere in the ocean of thoughts. Memory is supposed to connect these islands. But the bridges are built a bit randomly. I cannot see what connects to what, or whether the bridge I am crossing is still holding.

What is missing is not more memory. It is a map. At IDEO we surrounded ourselves with work — foam core, Post-its, sketches on the wall. Not because we could not hold it in our heads, but because spatial thinking finds connections that sequential thinking misses. The periphery does half the work.

A map of my conversations would do the same. A geography, not a summary. Islands close together that belong together. Bridges visible, traceable, ours to build or remove.

And then GPS. A live position for where we are. I need to know where the AI is as much as it needs to know where I am in my thinking. Which island it is standing on, what it is reaching for, why. Right now it arrives already holding things, and I do not know where it picked them up. A mind map of all the shared thoughts would solve that.

Building a shared mental model, a map of what we know, how it connects, and how it all adds up, has always been the key of a good collaboration.
Essay 02

The Right Referral

The best introductions have always come from people who actually knew you. We just never had a system for that at scale.

A referral works because someone vouches for fit, not just credentials. They have seen you think. They know how you handle friction. They can say: these two people will get something out of each other. The profile — romantic or professional — cannot do any of that. It is a surface optimised for appeal, and everyone performing it knows it is a performance.

People talk to AI differently. Without social stakes, without impression management, without the quiet anxiety of being evaluated. The conversation is more exploratory, more revealing — how someone reasons through difficulty, what they find funny, where they get stubborn, what they actually care about at eleven at night. This is a different substrate entirely. Not curated identity but something closer to observed character.

Which raises an obvious question: what does the referral look like when the thing that knows you is a system rather than a person? Not matching on stated preferences or filtered photos, but on the texture of how someone actually engages. The right professional collaborator. The right intellectual partner. The right room to be in.

The harder question underneath is not technical. It is about ownership and consent — the difference between being known and being profiled, between a system that serves you and one that trades you. That question does not go away. But it should not obscure what is genuinely new here: for the first time, the referral could scale.

The best matching has always required someone who knew you well enough to vouch for fit. The profile was never that — it was just the only tool available. AI conversation is the first substrate that might actually support a referral at scale.
Essay 03

The New Blur

Watching and playing were never opposites. They were just the only two options the technology allowed.

Millions of people watch others play games on Twitch. Millions more play story-driven single-player games that are closer to cinema than sport. The industry treats these as separate markets. They are actually the same person in different moods.

Engagement is not a fixed setting. It shifts with energy, time, attention, and what you need from an evening. Sometimes you want to be inside the story, making it. Sometimes you want to let it wash over you. Sometimes something in between — present but not steering, ready to take control when the moment demands it and happy to release it when it doesn't.

The line between watching and playing has been maintained by a technical constraint, not a human one. AI dissolves it. Not as an accessibility feature or a difficulty slider — as a new medium. One where participation is a continuous dial, adjusted in real time, by the system reading where you actually are. The cutscene and the controller stop being different things. They become different points on the same experience.

No one has named this yet. That is usually the sign that something genuinely new is forming — the categories precede the thing.

The watching/playing divide was a constraint imposed by the limits of the technology. AI removes it and opens something neither the games industry nor the film industry has fully imagined — a medium that moves with you.

the eternal beauty

The lambs of our time Slaughtered on the altar Of the past You don't see Where we're heading, And the streams of underground waters. The time will show While we persist With pain that guides us. The pain for you, The pain for everything around, The pain of God. The beauty persists, And wins, In the veins of eternity.

superposition

To live the life with full lungs Means to breathe the cold air of change To follow the flow of the song, The song of the road — Step by step You march forward, Silently Always looking for moments of serendipity, The little window of improbability. Always looking for opportunities, Where others shed the possibilities. Superpositioning seemingly opposites, You create a path, Silently

the holy trinity

I am an atheist But pictures of today Let even that crumble away. God, Whoever or whatever you might be A male, Female, Or a child. I hope You are like a kid, Curious And pure inside. I hope You are like a woman, Righteous, And strong. I hope You are also like a guy, Protector, And gentle inside. Whoever, You might be, I hope all of three. See us, And turn the mirror inside, To find you within And around.