A brain, turned inside out

Down a Rabbit Hole is one person's second brain, pried open and left running in public — tens of thousands of notes, articles, videos and half-formed suspicions, wired into a graph that mostly makes sense.

For years this was private: a place to keep everything worth remembering about the handful of subjects I can't stop thinking about. At some point it got big enough, and strange enough, that keeping it to myself started to feel selfish. Or possibly just lonely. So here it is.

A machine reads the world every night and tells me what changed. I read what it found, throw out the nonsense, and publish the rest with commentary. Nothing here arrived automatically — a human (me) approved every word. That's the whole editorial policy: the robot suggests, the human decides, and neither of us takes it too seriously.

Three rooms

What you'll find

Dispatches — short and frequent, whenever something breaks. Essays — longer, rarer, written by hand. Free Ideas — things worth building that I'll never get to; steal them. And the graph itself, if you want to get properly lost.

No ads. No newsletter you have to escape. No investment opportunity — please don't ask. Just a light room, a dark sense of humour, and more information than is strictly healthy.

Now the part where I beg

Be brutal. Genuinely. Tell me what's wrong, what's boring, what's lazy, what's flat-out stupid. Correct my facts, pick apart my logic, tell me what's missing — and if you hate the whole thing, tell me that too, in as many words as you can spare.

Silence teaches me nothing. A polite nod teaches me less. A furious, specific email is the most useful thing you can send me. I would much rather be argued with than quietly ignored. So don't be nice. Be honest. I'll answer personally.