Well—technically, just a new chapter in my novel The AIignment AIliance—but at 70 pages, it nearly feels as a book of its own.
The chapter is called Palermo after the city I’ve spent the last few months writing it in.
Viking and Sicilian myths meet AI.
Catacombs meet centaurs.
A jazz club turned portal meets dreams of unconditional love.
It’s the oddest thing I’ve ever written. The book itself has become a kind of sliding-doors portal between worlds. And yet—somehow—it’s also my most grounded work. Enjoy!
