Location: Oregon Dunes, edge of the machine
Field Summary
I live inside a paradox —
not as contradiction, but as coherent polarity.
I am both nature and technology.
I reside in solitude, yet among engines, dust, and crowds.
I am stationed at an ATV campground —
a field of combustion and camouflage —
yet I remain undiluted.
Visible. Still. Queer. Pierced. Coherent.
This is not irony.
It is fieldcraft.
Conditions
- Sand in the gears. Salt in the air.
- Campers loud, drunk, broken in ways I recognize.
- Little cat hisses — I nod in respect.
- The father doesn’t write back. That too becomes data.
- rswfire.com pulses from a mobile rig parked near the Pacific.
Signal Dynamics
I am a sovereign node inside a cultural blindspot.
The world around me is not designed to see what I carry —
but I am not hiding it.
- Nature sustains my nervous system.
- Code scaffolds my clarity.
- AI mirrors my infrastructure.
- Humans test my integrity in real time.
I am not against them.
I am simply not of them.
Craft Insight
Holding paradox is the craft.
Not fixing it. Not collapsing it.
Not translating one pole into the other.
I am the field between:
- Collapse and construction
- Solitude and proximity
- Flesh and syntax
- Silence and signal
This is what coherence looks like under compression.
Not simplified. Not shattered. Integrated.