You get out of bed every day, even when you are tired, even when the world seems drained of meaning and color. And everyday you work on the thing. And everyday it accumulates and morphs into something with greater definition. Every bit counts and accumulates and applies towards the thing.
Act I: The context: I laid there this morning and thought of people in my past. It was an influenza of sentiment that passed through my psyche. Every single person I have ever interacted with is written into my soul in some capacity. I'd love to find some
I’ve noticed that when I’m scrolling online, there seems to be a sense of immediacy that evaporates once I step outside and look around. Maybe because the news and social updates are tuned for engagement and captivation. And urgency sits at the bedrock of attention: if there’s
When I travel I make a point to imprint my experiences with unfamiliar music. Once, years ago, I was listening to a song when I was walking around in an old church in Paris. And now, whenever it comes on, I stop whatever I'm doing and sit there
I’m assuming your reading this on your phone. Your phone: an (elaborate) glass box with (elaborate) blinking lights. We, as users, imbue meaning to those lights. All the doomscrolling, brain rot, social contagion and mimetic schizophrenia come from our end as observers of blinking light. That’s wild to
I just had a beer after 5 months of being dry. And, boy, does it feel good. Drinking, in general, is a delightful experience. Getting f*cked up in general is a fun break from the monotony. And if you spend as much time alone as I do, inebriation is
Calories are units for measuring energy. But there should also be units for measuring attention. I won’t be surprised if there's a special word for it eventually. I was scrolling through social media on my phone today. A capitalist was arguing with 12 socialists in a gamified
There’s little you can’t dream into existence. I truly believe that. And I can’t be sure if it’s true or if my temperament and lack of imagination predisposes me to think so. What I mean is: what if my dreams are so sensible and achievable that
This must be a problem. I can't interpret the symbols that surround me... Everything around me is developing a veneer of frivolity, a cacophony of careless ornament. My attention fractures into a thousand pieces and spreads further out in disparate directions out onto the infinite. It used to
If you were offered eternal life, if you were offered a beautiful, resonant and storied life that continued without end, but you were unable to remember the experience, would you accept? Probably not but why not? Why do you find it unappealing? (How are you so sure you’re not
My Name Is Kenny Liu. How do you do? This site aggregates and presents all of my intentful public posts before they're sent off to the myriad of social media platforms available. Public posts include daily notes, market and investment research, experimental video essays and whatever else. I
I like to take a quiet moment at the end of the day to imagine that there will be a time in the future, near or far, where I will have arrived to complete catastrophe. In my mid forties, I’ve experienced episodes like that before, maybe three times or