Tired of chasing fragments? Of combing platforms, timelines, and fractured channels for the full signal of my weekly dispatches?
The Newsletter ends that hunt. It gathers what matters, distills it, and delivers it—without algorithms, without noise, without fail.
It costs no money. But do not mistake it for free.
The price is this: I will tear at the illusions you’ve come to cherish. The ones you drape over your eyes like a weighted blanket, and the ones you’ve marinated in like brine. I will disturb your peace—not for cruelty’s sake, but for necessity’s. Reality is harsh, indifferent, and on its way regardless. And if you are anything like me—no longer young, not yet embalmed—you already know:
There is no alternative to the real. Not one that is sane. Not one that lets you traverse the coming years with dignity intact.
This Newsletter is not for everyone. It was designed so it couldn’t be. There is no instant sign-up. No dopamine-click to validation. You must send me a message. I will read it—personally. If I see you are human, not a bot or an activist sniffing for a soapbox, I will reply. If you still wish to proceed, I will inscribe your address in the ledger. Manually.
That’s the process.
If, later, you change your mind—say the word. I will erase your presence entirely. No archive. No trace. No afterglow. This is not a mailing list. This is a pact, and no pact binds the unwilling. I make it ultrasimple to walk away.
But understand this: abuse the channel—spam, troll, posture, or poison the waters with hollow noise—and I will not just strike your name from the ledger, I will bar it forever. If your misconduct veers into menace, I will report it. I expect civility. I enforce it.
Once accepted, whitelist the sender address in your email client. The world is clogged with debris, and true signals are easily lost. Mark it trusted. Add it to your contacts. These small gestures keep the line clear.
That’s all. No funnels. No tricks. Just a signal, sent in good faith.
If you’re ready—write me.