I don’t ghostwrite for anyone. I did that before. I get paid to write and not have my name on the piece. Never again.

When I say never again, it’s in the same sense as “Never again will I go to Jakarta”. I won’t go out of my own volition, but the right invitation has an incredible power to persuade and seduce. You know how it goes. The heart is willing but the flesh is weak…

For ghostwriting, you’d have to pay me much more than the market value of my writing. You’d have to pay me enough to agree to give you a piece of myself, my essence. It's kinda like a slice of my liver or my left testicle. That’s a whole lot of Satoshis for any of these little bits of Hokum. They’re not worth that much. But I am.

In contrast, I’ll ghost-design like a motherfucker. I don't care too much about these designs. It’s not a piece of me. It doesn’t represent me. I don’t think it should, by definition.

Design is not an expression of self. Expressions of self are called art. Design is an answer to a set of externally-placed limitations. You can’t make a design that represents you. The design represents the problem.

One can cut their design with their art like cutting heroin with Fentanyl. It can make it more potent, but it’s not supposed to be there and you pay the price for it. You get attached and you start wanting to have your name on it as opposed to being paid handsomely and moving on with your life. I don’t feel the need to do that. It’s a sign of maturity.

Look at me, so mature… Soon enough I’ll open my mailbox regularly, keep up with the news and garbage truck schedules…

My writing is about my personal worldview, my sense of humor, my sense of wonder, and my sense of self. It’s about the part of me that is least you and most me. It's self-exploration and self-design. It’s not supposed to be anything other than that. Not insight, not wisdom, not productivity. There's no point. There’s just Hokum. My Hokum.

That's why it doesn't follow the rules of writing, logic, or grammar. That's why sentences sometimes stop abruptly in the middle of an... That’s why it sounds narcissistic. If you’ve known me in the real world, you know I’m pretty normal for an abnormal person. It's just that in my world, it is indeed all about me and mine. It must be. That's how I know it's my world and not your world. Those who don't have their own world are scared of that. They think it's too egocentric. They don't get it. They say: “But why don’t you just [insert thoughtless conformist moron behavior]

But some people like my Hokum. They say: Can I get some? I tell them it’s too expensive because It’s not writing, it’s real estate, in my head. You’ll need a mortgage to get a slice of Hokum 🍉.