I have spent more time with old records than with new promises. The shelf of a hospital basement has fewer surprises than the glossy brochures that promise a future in a neat package. When I think about patient…
I suppose the first thing you notice when you look back is how big the promises were and how small the actual grip on reality often was. The early cryonics folks talked about freezing bodies and brains as if…
I am not here to chase heroes. I am here to watch the trail of sticky notes and bad bets that crumbs of history leave behind. The kind of history that tastes like old pennies and diesel fumes, the kind you find…
I keep a little notebook of old cases, the kind someone might call dusty if it weren’t so stubbornly relevant. I’m not here for hero worship or bright myths. I’m here to watch how things failed and what the…