STILL HUMAN

A chronicle of life in the age of the algorithm

Someone once described me as “schizophrenic.” I obviously killed them. For awhile, the comment bothered me. But now I see it as a gift. Ever since the age of 12, I’ve had the ability to discern fact from fiction, especially when it comes to the devious machinations of our societal overlords. I’ve now become a self-described conscientious objector from civilization. I exist in the world but I am not of the world…I seek the middle path. 

My wife and I spent years chasing sanity across state lines, searching for a community that actually functioned. We eventually realized our exile wasn't a matter of geography, but of architectural design. Modern society isn't built to serve the individual; it’s a system engineered to consume the human soul. And so we keep going. My goal is to show my son (and anyone listening) that there has to be a better way.