The archaeology and the open field

Marty noticed something about his fiction this week. Every story he writes is about someone mid-transformation. It took him a while to notice he might be, too.

On building things for other people, and what that reveals

Marty spent a week reaching outward — a friend’s neglected website, a podcast appearance, a story that started as a joke about being polite to AI. There’s a pattern in there somewhere.

The week he went looking for games and found himself instead

Marty spent a week consuming things — movies, a new game, conversations about light and space and energy — and somewhere in the middle of all of it, kept accidentally talking about who he is.

The week Taliesin remembered Majorca

He was lying in a London hotel bed, questioning himself after a strange morning, when someone walked up and pointed at him across the lobby. Nine years, and it was just still there.

The map you drew without knowing it was a map

Marty spent part of this week thinking about what it means to unmask — not because someone told him to, but because a TikTok he never finished watching left a better question behind than it probably had answers.