Something shifted in December 2025 while I was sitting in meditation. Not a dramatic enlightenment moment, just a quiet recognition that landed differently than usual: I am not awareness. I know how that sounds. Like another spiritual cliché, right? But stay with me, because what happened next was the opposite
This morning I woke up at 4:30 AM after a fragmented night of sleep, one of those nights where you wake up at 11 PM and your brain decides it’s time to think about everything for a few hours before letting you drift off again. I measured my
The world is doing what constrained systems do when slack runs out: testing which feedback mechanisms still function. System state: Early February 2026 Constraint stacks activating simultaneously Physical layer caught up. Multiple systems now operating beyond design baseline with no recovery time between shocks: Consecutive winter storms → infrastructure stress Climate-amplified
Palestine is not a moment, it is a long-running collision of systems: Ottoman decline, British colonial governance, partition logic, Cold War alignment, neoliberal militarization, and resource pressure, all metabolized through land, law, and human bodies.
Update January 2026
I hadn’t planned to be at a Yazidi protest. I talked with one man for minutes. They consented for me to write about this. Part of the series: Witnessing Without Sides I hadn’t planned to be at a Yazidi protest. I had just come from peace talks in
On What We Forgot, What Never Changed, and How to Live Without Illusion There was a time in my life when the world felt coherent. Not perfect. Not painless. But coherent. I was small. I lived with my grandmother. When I was afraid, I could go to her. When I
Most people want a story where the guilty are elsewhere. Most people also want a story where the system can be changed without costing their stability. That desire is human. It is also one of the ways the machine keeps running. Because the machine doesn’t require anyone to be
Looking back without disowning ourselves In early 2025, I wrote an article asking whether what we were living through was collapse or evolution. This was when I had just started my official website. I was not writing from a steady place. My internal world was unstable, and the language I
This is the new direction of The Living Fractal. If you want to follow what I’m building here, subscribe so new essays, frameworks, and updates land in your inbox as they’re published. The “goodbye” you may have seen earlier was real, but it was goodbye to an older
I woke up this morning already tired. Not the kind of tired that turns into productivity after coffee. The kind that feels like the nervous system has been doing night shifts. Lately has been difficult in a way that doesn’t come with a single cause you can point to
I want to begin with something simple and deeply personal. The first four years of my life were coherent. I lived with my grandmother. She gave me something I did not have words for at the time, but which I now understand as containment. Not control. Not perfection. Containment. She