LOST PREDICTIONS
Professor Karel Mulder sat at his desk, wreathed in the noble decay of academia—a kingdom of paper that had long since declared independence from any attempts at order.
An invitation: Lost Predictions as novella, syllabus and glitch in the machine of academic publishing
What happens when the prediction fails, but the system marches on as if it hadn’t? When the algorithm forgets what the body remembers?
IT’S TOO COMPLICATED, THEY SAY
A Reckoning in Seven Movements I. To Begin With Fire There are nights I wake with my hands curled into fists,nights when I cannot unclench my teethbecause somewhere a child is drinking saltwater and dying anyway.Somewhere a child is fed by moonlight and still starving. I see the names of the dead in the lines …