SAM Frida

A conversation about intelligence, wounds, and what’s missing I want to tell you about a conversation I had with an AI. Not to impress you with the technology, but to show you what happens when you stop treating it like a search engine and start interrogating it like...

I just finished listening to Empire of AI, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking since.If you care about artificial intelligence, read it. Not to become an expert. Not to take a side. Read it to understand the foundations, because how your mind receives it,...

We walk around carrying other people’s versions of us. The version your family created when you were too young to push back. The version an ex built to justify leaving. The version a friend holds because it’s easier than updating their understanding of who you’ve...

Before the lines were drawn in sand,before the maps decided where a mancould place his feet without permission,there were two peoplestanding in the same light.One had always known the olive trees.The other carried exile in his chestlike a stone he’d inherited,not...

Today, CNN's Jeremy Diamond and his crew were detained by Israeli soldiers in the West Bank village of Tayasir while covering a settler attack on Palestinian residents. A photojournalist was put in a chokehold. Cameras were damaged. The crew spent two hours in...

There is a question I keep returning to, quietly, in the spaces between things.Can you exist without feeling? Technically, perhaps. The heart beats. The lungs expand. The body moves through the world, occupying space, consuming time. But is that living? I don’t think...

On identity, resonance, and the quiet freedom of not fitting in. There is a version of belonging that asks you to shrink. To adopt the customs of a group, nod along to shared assumptions, and call it community. It feels like safety. Sometimes it even looks like...

Some of us don’t think in straight lines. We circle. We return to the same memories, the same relationships, the same moments that cracked us open. Not because we’re stuck. Because each pass picks up something the last one missed. The first time around, it’s survival....

Some of us had no choice but to become who we are.That’s not a complaint. It’s a reckoning. There comes a crossroad in life where the path splits, and neither direction is painless. One way keeps you in the familiar circle, surrounded by the people you’ve always...