ANUVA

A clip from my cover of Silence by @ThePlotInYou Full video is on my YouTube channel 🖤

5-MeO-DMT gave me a single idea that won't leave. Our minds are not naturally capable of understanding the preciousness of our existence. Not "life is precious" as printed on a poster. It's something much more specific. That the hardware we're running, human consciousness, cannot render the full resolution of what it means to be here. Like a 480p screen trying to display an 8K image. The information is there but the display can't hold it. It's been 3 weeks and I still feel childlike and fresh. My mind feels free of the accumulated barnacle. My dreams are alive. The brain data is now coming in and it matches my reported subjective experiences. I'm excited to share it with you. But the data doesn't complete the picture. The feeling is that I found a home I didn't know I was looking for and I don't have a biomarker for that.

A clip from my cover of Doomed by @bmthofficial Full video is on my YouTube channel 🖤

@BradTaylor_2 @MaphraMusic @bmthofficial Here’s one from May 4th 2020: instagram.com/tv/B_yfq_vpfBB…

@Anuva95 @MaphraMusic @bmthofficial I look forward to seeing it and I’m hoping for the best. This X account existed before AI too, but didn’t have any music posted until late 2025. Gosh, my account was created in 2015 but has not posted until 2025. You see these real Instagram videos for yourself?

@BradTaylor_2 @MaphraMusic @bmthofficial She has videos on her instagram from before ai was even a thing, she’s gonna livestream herself doing these styles of vocals to stop these kind of comments as well

@MaphraMusic @bmthofficial This song is fitting given that it’s AI and everyone thinks it’s real. Every video has the exact same framing? No known prior history or live performances? Please do something to prove me wrong!

New cover of “Circle With Me” by @spiritboxband - The full video is on my YouTube channel, link in bio!

Talmage’s bike took flight, stunning his friends. He flew one lap around the school and landed safely by the jungle gym.  Jasper approached and fist-pumped “respect Talmage for not giving up.” My six-year-old son is tucked into bed, his eyes are lit up. These stories feel real to him. Every night we do this. He tells me about his day and then I make up a story with him as the protagonist. In them, he invents, overcomes hardship, deals with difficult relationships, and learns. We navigate the world together through story. I tuck him in and kiss him good night. As I leave his room and head into the family room, my heart sinks. My partner is there on the couch waiting for me. She’s upset and wants to talk. I don’t. We’ve had this same fight, I don’t even know how many times. It feels like insanity to me. I’m still reeling from the stress of the day. It was warfare. I’m the founder of a payments company; the battle never ends. My depression is raging. I am numb to existence. I’m overweight, inflamed, sleep deprived, and feel no hope for anything. We recite the same words, and resolve nothing. I want to be an opossum and play dead. It’s too much. The brownies. There’s a pan in the kitchen. Imagining eating them drips dopamine in my brain, giving me momentary reprieve from the pain of life. As I walk into the kitchen, I decide on one bite only. I can’t overeat again. The top button on my pants can’t be buttoned and it drives me crazy. I refuse to surrender and buy bigger pants. One bite becomes half the pan. The brownies win again. I now feel sick. I’ve repeated this situation, what, hundreds of times? Why do I do this to myself? The situation is absurd. My hands never disobey. My mind, however, a masterpiece of evolution, disobeys itself to commit self harm. How do I negotiate with this malfunction? I spend my day building software. We define an objective, write lines of code, and the software does what it’s instructed to do. Reliably. Yes, there are bugs and the software needs some upkeep, but it doesn’t steal away and act on runaway impulse.  Why can’t I build myself like software? Not to perfect but to author. It feels like such a catastrophic waste of my intelligent existence to be enslaved to impulse. My brain has 86 billion neurons and 100 trillion synaptic connections. My body is an elegant orchestra of over 30 trillion cells. Surely this precious gift can be used for more virtuous purposes. It must. Otherwise how will humans survive in the age of AI?  I mean, if we look all the way back, what is intelligent existence if not the continuous scaffolding and automation to higher levels of complexity. Fire freed our ancestors from certain caloric and dietary restrictions, which opened up energy (metabolism and time) for things like language and society to develop. Hand stitch to loom. Wagons to horses to the combustion engine. Abacus to computers. Whitehead captured it: “Civilization advances by extending the number of important operations which we can perform without thinking about them.” Could I reframe that and apply it to myself? Bryan Johnson advances by extending…. I need protection from threats too. The brownies are the enemy. They are a civilization that eats itself. I’m vulnerable because these addiction patterns found their way into my biology at a young age. Sugar cereals, sugar soda, and highly processed foods. What strength do I have to fight with? Will power is fickle. What if I could enable my heart, liver and lungs to speak, allowing them to provide status updates and express their needs. Then what if those needs could be automatically addressed by other systems including nutrition, exercise, sleep, medications and therapies. The technology isn’t there yet for this to be fully automated. But maybe I could build an analog system. In the future, maybe this system will run autonomously. People will hear this and surely say that we humans are not machines. We are living, breathing, chaotic, emergent systems of intelligence and this would sack the joy out of life. I understand that perspective. Also, maybe that’s a story we tell ourselves. We’re already more automation than decision. We exist because and thanks to automation. Digestion, wound healing, our immune systems. Our bodies run without our consent. Most of our thoughts and emotions are pre-programmed. What exactly is one holding onto? Wouldn’t this be the ultimate realization of freedom and transcendence? Interrupting the philosophical considerations, practicality begs our attention. With AI, we must adapt and evolve or fade into fossils. Automation is our near-term destiny. Why not lean into it? But what will we become? That’s the existential question every generation born of technology gets to ask. I’m curious and want to explore.  I’m going to build this. I’ll call it my Autonomous Self.

Do you feel love? My full vocal cover of @badomenscult - Specter is out now! Let me know what you think 🤘🏻

build monuments in the desert

Kids can’t sleep tonight because they’re too excited for tomorrow morning 🎄. Adults can’t sleep because they’re thinking about all their problems. Soon we’ll all become kids again. Sleep tight.

We should send rockets not at each other, but rather to the stars

Precisely

In Creative Software 2.0, machines push the pixels. Machines draw. We direct. We create with machines that can create anything. Constraints come from a lack of imagination, not from a lack of specialized knowledge. The most successful creators will be the most imaginative.

Humans have identified themselves throughout history by: - Villages - Countries - Religion - Race Etc.. The final step in this journey will be for us to identify as human foremost and all else second. This will be necessary when we inevitably make first contact with Aliens.

The human psyche has weather. When we feel bad about the present and future, it’s cloudy in our psyche. When our psyche is cloudy, it colors everything. Things feel gloomier, angrier, scarier, and more depressing. This of course has all kinds of negative effects on behavior. /1

Likewise, gratitude and optimism open up a bright blue sky in the psyche. This feels blissful and energizing and fosters kindness. These behaviors generate more of the weather that produced them. So psyche weather is contagious, and it can spread like an epidemic. /2

People know something is wrong in society right now but it can be hard to articulate. I think what sucks right now is that a massive epidemic, maybe pandemic, of dark cloudy psyche skies has spread. (Covid doesn’t help, but this has been going on a lot longer than Covid.) /3

I think a huge part of the problem is that the antidote to a negativity epidemic is sunny rhetoric—but the political atmosphere has made sunny rhetoric *taboo*. Expressing gratitude and optimism will get you smeared as callous, privileged, ignorant, malicious. /4

And part of the reason for this reaction is that pessimism, cynicism, and grievance are the lifeblood of political extremism. Extreme narratives need to crush sunny mentality like a virus in order to survive. The punishing of positivity is an immune system response. /5

I don’t think this is usually malicious. It’s having been convinced that reality is so grim that it seems like anyone who feels otherwise must be an asshole or an idiot. /end