Personal Essay

Pharmaicy is a “pharmacy” that sells prompts to make your AI sound drugged: a viral, aesthetic marketplace that turns substances into inflatable typography and delirium into a product, as if the economy no longer sold things but mental states with an invoice. The post lays out the facts, laughs at the spectacle, and leaves a sharp question hanging: is this real creativity, or psychedelic makeup for exhausted humans willing to pay just so the answer doesn’t sound like a bank?

A story about a handkerchief, a loss, and a small gesture that becomes an act. In the hands of a patient, the thread turns into thought — mending as a way to stay alive. What begins as a repair ends up as a lesson on creating from what’s broken, without erasing it.

A first-person essay on doing business and life without “climbing”: mixing official science and “pseudos,” quitting the self-asphyxiation of needing to understand everything, and making room for the emergent. Marketing, desire, and the algorithm seen from the hollow: dig, pause for two days, and come back with fire.