Do LLMs dream of electric bugs

I make things on the internet — digital toys, generative art, small experiments in new media that no one asked for but I could not not make. It's hard to call myself just a “software designer,” lest I reduce the strange, unnecessary, overly-obsessed things I keep making. Most of my practice has been solitary, somewhere between tinkering and spiralling—interfaces, tiny tools, odd games, new media experiments that I treat with an almost unreasonable seriousness. I insist, perhaps annoyingly, that playful things deserve rigour too.

Much of my work circles around systems—how we see them, poke them, bend them, or get lost inside them. I keep building small worlds, collecting fragments with a camera, rehearsing moods on a violin, trying to make sense of invisible structures by making them a little more tangible, a little more strange. Recently I’ve been thinking this: every interface is a belief system pretending to be neutral. It sounds dramatic — maybe it is — but I can’t seem to stop believing it.