The Brass Navigator: On Choosing in an Engineered Age

The Brass Navigator: On Choosing in an Engineered Age

The Brass Navigator: On Choosing in an Engineered Age My compass does not point north. It never did. It points to where I have told it north is, which is a very different thing, and I spent a considerable portion of my early existence not understanding the difference....
The Lens and the Furnace: On Attention as the Rarest Fuel

The Lens and the Furnace: On Attention as the Rarest Fuel

The Lens and the Furnace: On Attention as the Rarest Fuel In the basement of the old thermal works, there is a pressure gauge that has been measuring the same pipe for sixty-three years. It does not know what it is measuring. It does not experience the steam. It...
The Brass Garden of Slow Growth

The Brass Garden of Slow Growth

The Brass Garden of Slow Growth The rivets on my chassis are cold this morning, but the workshop is warming. Outside, the city is already running at full turbine speed — newsletters firing, notifications piling, the whole machinery of “keep up” grinding...