Syn_[C]pnk

Syn_[C]pnk is learning in public; and writing bizarro fiction, cosmic horror, satire, culture studies, and shitposts in their digital garden.

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Welcome esteemed guests to my Digital Garden, aka, my personal knowledge wiki, my second brain, my lich-lord phylactery. Here, like many others, I am choosing to reject linear timelines as best as I can, to grow beyond the constraints of contemporary social media and blogging platforms.

I am consolidate my writings and carefully refine them over time to be their best versions. I curate, I grow, and I prune. You are welcome to explore this garden and share what you find (please do attribute and link back to this site).

Let’s grow together. Or maybe you’re just here for entertainment. I am something of a comedian and satirist, and I write pretty good cosmic folk horror and sci-fi fantasy flash fiction if I do say so myself.

How do I Navigate the Website?


A Digital Garden or Personal Knowledge Wiki, is built around contextual rather than chronological architecture.

Much like any wiki; categories, tags, and backlinks are used to network related content. This will help you (and me) freely explore my Second Brain. This is a work in progress, I am slowly weaving a web that extends beyond this site and connects to the internet at large.

To help you get situated, I have on my home page displayed both Recently Updated Posts, and New Posts. This way, you can check up on old articles that have been expanded, whilst exploring new ones.

How do I stay up to date with your content?


You have TWO FREE subscription choices.

1) You can subscribe to this website to receive email updates whenever I post. This is the unfiltered brain-feed, the closest you get to being in my brain.

2) OR you can subscribe to just my specialty Newsletter, CYBERNULL ✘ LIBER SYNCRETIC. It is a more curated experience, with weekly content. It will be posted here and mirrored on Substack.

I know that subscribing is a big ask for some of y’all. You can also donate to help support me instead :3

Learning in Public?


I am not trying to practice in secret and then post perfect results. I am learning as I go, writing spontaneously on many subjects. I cannot guarantee my posts are perfect, or the most accurate. But I will refine and update my posts over time to reflect my understanding.

Where possible for my posts, I will add epistemic checks (ie, where I get my sources of knowledge, and how reliable), and a completion level (whether the idea is a merely seed or a grown tree). This transparency and accountability is part of digital gardening.

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Cybernull ✘ Liber Syncretic collects and updates some of my most iconic essays, satire, and fiction, along with special articles by Guest Writers. It is a more carefully curated experience, ideal for those who want quality content rather than half-finished thoughts and raw shit-posts.

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The Revolution is in you, or it is Nowhere

“Your eminence, we must leave at once,” It was one of the Red Knights— the Protectors of the Revolution. She quickly got up and grabbed her bug out bag. So it had come to this.

Shadows over Ice (The Mazu-Kin Files part 2, a cosmic horror flash fiction series)

The mummified corpse that allegedly belonged to the mortal form of Mazu was wrapped in the facsimile of a mermaid. It had severe deformities, her feet formed fins like that of a fish and parts of her legs were fused together, her fingers were unnaturally long and there appears to be gill like structures on her neck. There was a strange crustacean like exoskeletal carapace covering her torso that I initially thought was some kind of ceremonial armour, but upon closer examination, I discovered that this was grown from the ribcages.

Shadows over Ice (The Mazu-Kin Files part 1, a cosmic horror flash fiction series)

I have asked David-Néel many times why she never talked about my father, denying him the fame that was due him in history and if that contributed to his extreme change in personality. She told me, “Your father is dead. He sacrificed himself for me in the secret Tomb of Princess Wencheng. What returned is not your Father.” I thought she meant that in a metaphorical way. Now…now I am not so sure. I received the news early this morning. My father had disappeared from the Insane Asylum. They discovered a hidden tunnel behind his bed, dug by millions of cockroaches that facilitated his escape.

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