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.
This is a sketchpad for thoughts that don’t belong anywhere else. Reflections on intimacy, transcendence, absurdity, loneliness, play, embodiment, sovereignty. Half philosophy, half shitpost. Some of it serious. Some of it bait. All of it real.
What I’m doing here
Modern life is misaligned. We’re running Palaeolithic hardware on god-tier tech, with medieval social scripts still half-running in the background. Civilisation's trying to scale, but the soul doesn’t. So we adapt by breaking—quietly, slowly, sometimes beautifully.
I write from that fracture point. The human animal under digital sedation. The sacred buried under UX. The erotic reduced to swipe logic. My project is to track the weird shape of the modern psyche and map what still feels alive inside it.
Topics I hit
- Sex, love, and the intimacy-industrial complex
- Online performance vs real presence
- Technological overstimulation and nervous system collapse
- What it means to be a man post-myth
- Transcendence without bypass
- What remains uncommodified
- Relationships that don’t feel like spreadsheets
- The spiritual path in meme format
- Why most advice sounds like marketing copy
- Goofing as survival
- Philosophy for people who hate philosophy bros
I’m trying to stay human while the world optimises for engagement. If you're tired of pick-me discourse, armchair diagnostics, and every conversation being a brand-building exercise, you might find something here worth chewing on.
Who this might be for
- Feel weird on the inside but lucid about it
- Know that "healing" and "clowning" aren’t opposites
- Want love that isn’t a performance
- Refuse to flatten their complexity to fit trend cycles
- Are suspicious of anyone who says they’ve figured it out
The point isn’t to escape the mess. The point is to notice what’s still alive in the middle of it.
Reach out
Email: williampmarzella@gmail.com
Melbourne: In person, if you're game
Internet: Asynchronous, by consent