The Name I Gave Her

When your love turns out to be a black hole, perhaps the scariest part is the information you will never see.

When your love turns out to be a black hole, perhaps the scariest part is the information you will never see.

What if the behaviors we call disorders began as perfectly reasonable ways to survive?
From personality disorders and trauma to neurodivergence, addiction, and executive dysfunction, many of our psychological struggles involve adaptations that no longer serve us—or environments that fail to accommodate how our minds work.
Drawing on contemporary psychiatric research and lived experience, Doc Tomiko explores Unified Process Theory (UPT): a proposed framework for understanding the origins, triggers, and persistence of maladaptive behavior without reducing people to diagnostic labels.
Perhaps the path toward better mental health isn't simply learning what's wrong with us, but understanding what once worked, why it stopped working, and what we can do differently.

Artificial intelligence is disrupting livelihoods, threatening creative professions, consuming enormous resources, and raising serious questions about corporate accountability and safety. The people who are angry about these things have good reasons to be.
But if you're an artist watching your commissions disappear, you're not the enemy. And if you're a writer, programmer, musician, or small-business owner using AI to keep your career afloat, you're not the enemy either.
So why are we fighting each other?
In Stop Dancing in Traffic, Doctor Wyrm challenges the growing tendency to treat ordinary users of artificial intelligence as accomplices in every questionable decision made by the companies developing it.
From copyright and job displacement to data centers, environmental costs, cognitive dependence, and the rush toward AGI, the problems deserve serious scrutiny. So do the people and institutions responsible for them.
But opposing exploitation doesn't require refusing every useful tool, and learning to use new technology doesn't mean endorsing everything about it.
We can defend working artists, demand safer technology, fight for fair compensation, and still recognize that people need to survive the world as it exists today.
The people trying to make a living aren't necessarily your enemies. They may be standing in the same dangerous roadway you are.
Maybe it's time we stopped fighting each other and started holding the drivers accountable.

An AI can produce a beautiful picture in thirty seconds. It can also cost a working illustrator their next commission. Both things can be true.
Generative AI has sparked a bitter argument about creativity, copyright, consent, and the survival of professional artists. But somewhere along the way, we've confused the ethics of building and selling these tools with the artistic legitimacy of using them.
Through examples from illustration, photography, music, and graphic design, The Button Isn't the Artist examines what AI changes about creative work—and what it doesn't. It confronts the realities of displaced labor, questionable training practices, copyright, and an internet drowning in disposable content without dismissing the genuine creative opportunities these tools provide.
The machine can make the picture. But making something meaningful still requires a person with an idea, judgment, and something worth saying.
The button isn't the artist. And it isn't necessarily the artist's enemy.

At 24, a transgender woman living in Ukraine reflects on a lifetime of isolation, religious conflict, depression, and the struggle to understand and express her identity. From childhood loneliness to finding friendship, love, and self-discovery through online communities, her journey has been marked by fleeting connections, financial hardship, and frustrating encounters with the mental healthcare system.
Russia's full-scale invasion in 2022 added another barrier to a life already constrained by circumstance. Now, in autumn 2026, she describes feeling trapped in a country she cannot leave, unable to pursue the future she once imagined. Her deeply personal account explores the intersection of gender dysphoria, mental health, social isolation, and war—and the quiet devastation of watching the years pass without finding a way forward.

Sometimes the safest place in the world is the one that should kill you. In the fishtank, where the rules say you aren’t supposed to breathe, she finds the only kind of silence that doesn’t eat her alive. There’s a dead goldfish to carry, tunnels that only run one way, and walls begging to be colored in before the filters scrub everything clean again. The farther she swims from the surface, the clearer it gets: somebody has to decide which deaths are accidents and which ones are crimes, and the water is not nearly as confused about it as the people on land.

In The Superfund Spring, the thaw comes everywhere but the old dump site where Doc, Peachy, and René discover their so-called HQ—a crumbling house surrounded by poisoned marsh. What begins as another reckless adventure turns grim as they piece together the truth: they’ve built their clubhouse on a wound in the earth. Between blackened reeds, rainbow-slick water, and relics of lives long gone, laughter turns to unease. It’s the moment when childhood curiosity meets the adult realization that some places remember what was done to them.

Annotated commentary of contemporaneous analysis regarding political and random violence in America during the period of 2020 to 2050. Author’s Disclaimer (c. 2060 Edition) Readers should be aware that the following account does not always align cleanly with the historical…

Excerpted from The Encyclopaedia Posthumana, Vol. XII: Collapse and ReconstitutionCompiled by the Committee for the Study of Lost Futures, New Alexandria, 2124 Edition Preface Among the many peculiar epochs of the early twenty-first century, few rival the so-called Great Prompt…