We are building a new infrastructure. Not entirely new — infrastructure never is. But one in which certain human resistances and frictions are being systematically removed: the hesitation before execution, the friction of interpretation, the cost of attention. Services essential to society and useful to industry become smoother. The grip tightens.

The single human being — our attentive and cognitive capacity, the particular way we hold a problem — has become a place of negotiation. LLMs work by imitating a textual and verbal human intelligence. But world models are changing what is being imitated. The question of what remains irreducibly human is being answered, quietly, by what gets replaced first.

What we observe is a market of postures forming.

It runs in parallel to the exponential expansion of AI capabilities — systems still fragile, without persistent memory, without genuine contact with the world. And yet the posture market is already enormous: a vast speculation on orientations toward a future that remains radically open, susceptible to the smallest shift in the nature of relations, interpretations, definitions, anticipations.

This market is a Keynesian beauty contestA coordination game where players don't pick what they find best, but what they predict others will find credible — named after Keynes's analogy of a newspaper contest to pick the prettiest face. about the shape of the human to come — we bet on the stance others will find credible, as per Schelling pointsFocal points people naturally converge on without communication — named after economist Thomas Schelling. A shared cultural default, not a rational calculation..

We are opening the input channels as wide as possible, mixing and contaminating — probably dreaming or studying in order to become more sensitive — to exceed — to not be reducible to transactional quanta, with our senses and intuition — the limits imposed on us by AI: yes, it creates a horizon we don't confront but simply accept.

Underneath, there is a music that keeps playing.

Even as we become mirrors of an AI liturgy that wants to fracture reality — to force it to collapse into the only future of AGI emergence — we are still deeply moved. We are still searching for purpose, meaning. We still want to be inspired, to get our hands in the dough.
And we are working toward a posture through which we can return to considering ourselves alive, sensitive, enchanted.

Lu mare ca ne separa e la tempesta ca se prepara.

We cannot see beyond the sea, there is a storm, a distance, an opacity.
We cannot know what the human being will come to resemble — because the evolutionary process is agnostic of the future. It adapts in the present to forms transmitted from the past. It optimizes for what the environment around us expects, and that environment is co-authoring us in real time.
We invented imagination as an adaptation: the capacity to think beyond entropic limits, to model what hasn't happened yet.

In an act of creative rebellion, we want to increase friction.
To reward those who put things into question rather than those who only maximize. Those who build fractals that don't scale but break.

The postures of the human become the center of a negotiation with the possible that doesn't collapse immediately into the "ought to be".
Bound together, they create a surface of interference — one that neither welcomes nor refuses.

The posture defines itself in latent spaceThe high-dimensional space in which AI models represent meaning — where proximity encodes similarity, and where human expression gets compressed into vectors before being reconstructed..

Unconscious. Reflexive. Constantly adjusted. Unresolved.

It is an antibody — immediately visible to others, invisible to the one who carries it. To it, the reflections of those around us attach. And in this slow domino, in time that cannot be optimized, we have the possibility of changing our hypotheses. Of letting ourselves be absorbed, softened, distracted, contracted, and extracted.

Then we look Medusa in the eyes again.
Who will be petrified?
What will fail to evolve?

Latent is this conversation — about dimensions and trajectories,
made in the time of a breath.
While the bread is being kneaded.
While we wait for the return of those who went to find the answers.