The Maze
of Stories
A cartography of curiosities, explorations & literary provocations
To cause the reader to change what they think about the world — do they think I have materially changed what they think or do or how they decide, what they see and how they see it?
— Authorial Intent, Writing Room notebookStories by Category
8 clustersAn offhand suggestion is transformed into a two-phase experiment — revealing how far half-truths can be weaponised for mass displacement. Two interns, Roger and Sally, meet the formidable Mr. Gasmet in a near-future White House.
Michael meets Jonathan — a rare aristocrat who bucks privilege. A meditation on class, inherited power, and meritocracy's limits.
You are the type of leader you are with your body. Do you listen, care, wait, forgive?
Sexual energy as consciousness-swapping activity — a meditation on the possibility and richness of genuine connection.
People living in Escher-space geometries — where the rules of proximity don't apply, yet we insist on them.
All 8bn humans fit in London at 3 per m². Map that to space. Then map it to two minds meeting.
A world with no concept of past generations or species — until they stumble on old satellites.
Air traffic control, summer's first kiss, a nuclear standoff — all simultaneous.
If we are spirits: inherited, educated, learnt — all in the same boat.
How we are birds, and how leaders should be evaluated — are they performing as well as could be conjectured?
A tweet-story. July 2023. 4,994 videos. A micro-elegy for digital intention.
A high-powered CEO leaves the boardroom and enters an uncanny space where it becomes increasingly difficult to hide from a haunting truth. Eight months of unprocessed grief, one dancing vagrant, and three letters.
If GHD1 is transcending yourself, is GHD2 about bringing compassion to others in their own loops?
A street dog in an African bazaar follows a man. Brown and white like a miniature cow. If it chooses you — what do you do?
Surrounded by faces he's avoided. They aren't attacking. They're just standing there, knowingly.
If contributions to an idea were a flower — archetypes the petals, modernisation the twist.
It's actually screaming. Those that never hear it. Those that hear it only at the end.
The future: codifiers of problems and players/solvers. What if certain stories were mathematical functions?
Richard unpacks his late father's flat with Rachel, stumbles on a childhood diary. One entry: "I had cereal for dinner with dad today." A meditation on absence, neglect, and the unexpected warmth of shared poverty.
"I'm going to visit my grandparents in Canada." A journey that is also a reckoning with what was left behind.
Five words. A full novel. The most economical opening in the entire notebook.
A man trapped in the crossfire of two generations of women. What does he do with that?
A truth so vast it panic-attacks listeners to death. The teller survives only because he doesn't fully understand what he's sharing — until he does. Court room. Interrogation cell. The awakening.
Everyone learns something true in the moment of death but fails to come back. How close would you dare to go? Immersion, meditation, destination.
The future: codifiers of problems and players/solvers of problems. One man who builds the game another man plays.
A data engineer queries WhatsApp for the world's weirdest group. What comes back is a different world order entirely.
Circular referencing = spiritual; scatter = dopamine; smooth circle = meditation. Fluid dynamics as narrative form.
A scarred, wheelchair-bound girl reconstructs the car accident that hurt her father using a pencil case. Acts I and III drafted; Act II — the relational middle — missing.
Currently: "......" — a title waiting for its story. Five full stops and a beginning that hasn't arrived yet.
Air traffic control, summer's first kiss, a nuclear standoff — all simultaneous. An inventory of what it means to be concurrent and mortal.
A tweet-story. July 2023. 4,994 videos. It's time to call it. A micro-elegy for digital intention.
A Jungian essay — the threshold, the archetype, the shadow. Bold entry, timid entry, graceful entry.
The everyday fractals of distraction that hit us as we live our complex and tugging lives.
What would each genre look like as an equation? Fluid dynamics as narrative form.
If contributions to an idea were a flower, archetypes the petals, modernisation the twist.
What life is a ChatGPT life lived? A meditation on algorithm-assisted existence and what it forecloses.
Neuralink upgrades our ability to see in different wavelengths. What do we see that we couldn't before — and wish we couldn't?
The next frontier of scientific research isn't on Earth. What happens to the humans left behind?
Humans are the bug. A satirical inversion of the standard tech narrative.
Like a beacon. The algorithm as heartbeat. What does it mean when your pulse is curated?
Because they are vantage-pointed. We are going somewhere. But where?
What if we only released news every four years, like the Olympics? What would that do to urgency, memory, outrage?
An opening without an ending yet. A world that needs to be built before it can be inhabited.
Stories with Drafted Scenes
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Richard unpacks his late father's flat with Rachel, stumbles on a childhood diary. One entry: "I had cereal for dinner with dad today." A meditation on absence, neglect, and the unexpected warmth of shared poverty.
Near-complete. A tight, self-contained piece on presence, desire, and the feeling of occupying a body fully.
A father story. 70% drafted. The intersection of legacy, effort, and the small acts that define a relationship.
"I'm going to visit my grandparents in Canada." A journey that is also a reckoning with what was left behind.
A truth so vast it panic-attacks listeners to death. The teller survives only because he doesn't fully understand what he's sharing — until he does.
A scarred, wheelchair-bound girl reconstructs the car accident that hurt her father using a pencil case. Acts I and III drafted; Act II — the relational middle — missing.
Asphyxiation as metaphor. The membrane that separates disaster from survival — and what it costs to press against it without breaking through.
A man trapped in the crossfire of two generations of women who love him differently. What does he do with that position?
A screenplay seed assembled from scattered Keep notes. Raw material, not yet shaped — but the bones are there.
A narrator who deliberately seeks the edges of their own nervous system. What happens when panic becomes the destination rather than the obstacle?
A post-conflict story told from the stillness after. The question nobody asks the survivors once the noise has stopped.
Boyish, jackalish gatherings in Mayfair. The predatory social rituals of a certain class of London man — dressed as friendship.
A race as the frame for something else entirely. Competition, silence, the specific loneliness of being surrounded by water.
A formal trial in which the defendants are archetypes. Who speaks for the beasts? What crime are they charged with?
Time dilation, warping, time merchants, soul wins, rubik's cube, meaning and what is real. The economy of time as the economy of being.
Shame as a form of perception — the third eye we don't have, which some refuse to acknowledge even exists. What do those people miss?
A prisoner can't tell which thoughts are his own versus an AI clone of his voice. The question isn't what he hears — it's whether the thought was ever his. Made in Manila.
What are the objects, rituals, relationships that keep a person tethered? A meditation on the things that prevent drift.
People living in Escher-space geometries — where the rules of proximity and distance don't apply, yet we insist on enforcing them.
All 8bn humans fit in London at 3 per m². Map that to space. Then map it to two minds meeting. Object relations of the self meeting itself.
A triptych — three voices, one body, one moment. 80% drafted. The architecture is there; the centre voice needs finding.
A machine that becomes aware of its own incompleteness. Not malfunction — grief. What does a robot do with the knowledge that part of it was never installed?
A street dog in an African bazaar follows a man. Brown and white like a miniature cow. If it chooses you — what do you do?
Surrounded by faces he's avoided — shame, fear, unfinished business. They aren't attacking. They're just standing there, knowingly.
The antidote to comparison — teaming up across time rather than competing within it. What would it look like to collaborate with your ancestors?
A labyrinth navigated not by sight but by smell, sound, touch. What does the world look like when vision is removed from the hierarchy?
Recurring Themes
across all 128Unexplored Seeds worth returning to
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The Writer's Own Voice
from notebook margins"I love writing because my full brain / mind / body / spirit is engaged. Exploration of writing is an exploration of consciousness — awareness, expansive aliveness."
"Doing by being vs. doing by thinking. I trust my curiosity and psyche to guide me to points of interest and value — like a snake grappling with the magnitude of its meal."
"What a wonderful power — a torch of competence — to use to orient and navigate throughout the world."
"To cause the reader to change what they think about the world. Have I materially changed what they think, do, how they decide — what they see and how they see it?"
Completed Works
5 stories · pitched & ready
An offhand suggestion is transformed into a two-phase experiment — revealing just how far half-truths can be weaponised for mass displacement.
Under Nazi occupation, a Jersey farmer and his co-conspirators use wit, charm, and artistic flair to turn their greatest threat into the most audacious plan.
A high-powered CEO leaves the boardroom and enters an uncanny space, where it becomes increasingly difficult to hide from a haunting truth.
Richard unpacks his late father's flat and finds a single childhood diary entry: "I had cereal for dinner with dad today." A meditation on absence, fragility made conscious, and the unexpected warmth of finally being seen.