What is Code?

The President said this week that he isn’t sure if he’s supposed to uphold the Constitution or if it’s all just historical fanfic.

The State Department spokesperson said she doesn’t know what Marco Rubio does. Which is fair. Neither does Marco.

And Vice President J.D. Vance, who went to Yale Law School and presumably passed a bar exam on purpose, says he’s “not sure why judges get to decide anything.” After years of legal study, he’s concluded judicial authority is basically just an old man yelling at a cloud. He read Marbury v. Madison like it was a DC comic book.

I’m not horrified. I’m inspired.

I, too, am shedding the burden of knowledge of my work.

Effective immediately, I no longer understand code.

What is a function but a cry into the void? A loop but a metaphor for life? Recursion but generational trauma?

I now write blank pull requests with titles like “A Gesture Towards Understanding.” They contain nothing. And yet, somehow, everything.

When asked for estimates, I respond only in riddles. How long will it take? “As long as the wind resists the mountain.”

In Jira, I file tickets about emotional instability in the architecture. “The login flow has abandonment issues.” “The dashboard feels cursed.”

These are real issues. But are they mine? Ours? Who really owns anything anyways? I consult the words of Heidegger.

My IDE no longer works. Not because of a bug. It senses the truth. The futility. The Sisyphean push and roll. Ourobouros eating its own tail.

Eventually, I’ll be promoted. Not for building anything, but for remembering less than those who do still.

In this economy, strategic ignorance isn’t a weakness. It’s a leadership style.

Like government bureaucrats who embrace victimhood in every trade relationship we’ve dominated.

Or CEOs who allow an end to skilled immigration to benefit their companies.

I will go on an acid-laced desert vision quest to rediscover the nature of states of being. I will return with a tan, a government title, and a podcast.

This is my vibe work journey. I lead by forgetting.

And the Constitution? It lives in a hacked Signal chat. Mutable as life is. As forgotten as the Declaration of Independence. Which now amounts to an homage to our “unity and love and respect” with King George III and Great Britain.

Wish me luck. Or don’t. Either way, I’m adding it into my quarterly OKRs.