Notes on Gutai

2026-01-13

Lately, I’ve been thinking less about disbelief and more about exhaustion. Not the thrilling atheism of the 19th century, not even the grand negations of modernism, but a quieter, more ambient faithlessness—diffuse, ironic, almost compulsory. It seems to me like…

Sameness

2026-02-06

Maybe by a stroke of luck, I’ve spent this week tucked into bed recovering from a sickness so painful that I could do little but lie still. In the quiet of weekday afternoons, I ruefully watched daylight I would otherwise…