#origin logs

Turns out that is not factory settings.

Neurotypical parameters exceeded.

Weird is just uncompressed data.

Some people can’t read it.

Modern Love

I’ve always been drawn to people who didn’t just create art —

they created worlds.

Bowie was never about reinvention for applause.

He moved because standing still was never an option.

Labyrinth taught me that intelligence can be strange and beautiful.

Tesla reminded me that vision doesn’t ask for permission.

London wasn’t a pilgrimage.

It was a memory returning to itself.

Modern love isn’t romance.

It’s momentum.

Curiosity over comfort.

Some people grow older.

Others grow sharper.

🎵 Modern Love — David Bowie

Origin Logs — Cultural Inheritance 26-102

We like to believe language belongs to the present.

That the words we use arrive fully formed, authored by now.

They don’t.

Most of what we say is inherited.

Phrases passed hand to hand across centuries, quietly refactored, reused, and redeployed because they worked. Not because they were beautiful—though many were—but because they mapped something human with precision.

Shakespeare didn’t just write plays.

He shipped linguistic infrastructure.

Interfaces for grief.

Shortcuts for desire.

Compression algorithms for jealousy, ambition, doubt.

“Break the ice.”

“Wear your heart on your sleeve.”

“Seen better days.”

“Love is blind.”

We speak them daily without attribution, unaware we’re running legacy code written long before us.

This isn’t nostalgia.

It’s systems literacy.

Culture has memory.

Language has version control.

What survives isn’t what’s loud—it’s what’s useful.

Every generation believes it’s speaking for the first time.

Every generation is mostly annotating the margins.

Origin Logs — Cultural Inheritance 26-102