About Me
I’ve never fit neatly into career paths, social scripts, or institutional templates. Trained as an engineer, but that’s just surface. I build systems—technical, social, existential—that actually work. Not just functionally, but meaningfully. I value autonomy over stability, clarity over consensus, and leverage over loyalty to broken models.
I cut my teeth in data engineering—AWS, Snowflake, dbt, Airflow. Clean, scalable pipelines. Precision and efficiency. But over time, the work expanded. Now I move between AI consulting, automation strategy, and systems design. Not as buzzwords, but as tools to cut through noise and build with sharp intent. No corporate theatre. No tech mystique. Just clean code, clear thinking, and outcomes that matter.
Outside the screen, I study how we live—how we relate to time, space, each other, and ourselves. I track presence, masculinity, intimacy. I build curated communities. I design environments—warehouse hubs, beach breaks—that shape how people show up. I don’t want a job. I want leverage. I don’t want followers. I want resonance. I don’t want to scale. I want coherence.
This site isn’t selling you a dream. It’s a mirror, a map, a transmission.
Take what’s useful. Leave the rest.
What this is
Notes from the edge. Where ancient instincts crash into digital systems. Where sex and spirit get tangled in algorithmic feedback loops. Where humour might be the last honest signal left.
A sketchpad for thoughts that don’t belong anywhere else. Reflections on intimacy, transcendence, absurdity, loneliness, play, embodiment, sovereignty. Half philosophy, half shitpost. Some serious. Some bait. All real.
What I’m doing here
Modern life is misaligned. Palaeolithic hardware running god-tier tech, governed by medieval scripts. Civilisation's trying to scale. The soul doesn’t. So we break—quietly, sometimes beautifully.
I write from that fracture. The human animal under digital sedation. The sacred buried under UX. The erotic flattened into swipe logic. I map what still feels alive.
Topics I hit
- Sex, love, and the intimacy-industrial complex
- Online performance vs real presence
- Nervous system collapse by technological overstimulation
- Masculinity post-myth
- Transcendence without bypass
- What remains uncommodified
- Relationships that don’t feel like spreadsheets
- The spiritual path in meme format
- Why most advice is just marketing copy
- Goofing as survival
- Philosophy for people who hate philosophy bros
If you're tired of pick-me discourse, armchair diagnostics, and every conversation being a brand-building exercise, this might be your fire escape.
Who this might be for
- Feel weird on the inside but lucid about it
- Know healing and clowning aren’t opposites
- Want love that isn’t theatre
- Refuse to flatten into trends
- Are allergic to certainty merchants
The point isn’t to escape the mess. The point is to notice what’s still alive inside it.
Reach out
Email: williampmarzella@gmail.com
Melbourne: In person, if you're game
Internet: Asynchronous, by consent