What does it mean to see the world differently, and to write about it honestly?

Hosted by Ptim Pellerin, neurodivergent author and optical scientist, each episode features a conversation about one of Ptim's books, exploring the ideas, experiences, and neurodivergent intelligence behind the work.

From stimming as neurological wisdom to creativity in waves, from cosmic patterns to the shadows that reveal what light can't, these conversations go beneath the surface and into the mind that wrote...

The book "Calm In Chaos" is a companion to the music, created specifically with the neurodivergent brain as inspiration.

Find me on all your favorite music platforms as Phantom of the Artpera.

I saw the pattern early.

This is what neurodivergent brains do. They track. They notice the gap between what is said and what is done, between the stated value and the actual behavior, between the person who is supposed to see you and the person who looks through you. They file the data points quietly, keep showing up, keep asking, keep extending the benefit of the doubt long past the point where the pattern has already answered every question.

I watched a business that had survived for over...

From the Greek: philos, loving. Manthanein, to learn. A lover of learning. Not a student. Not a scholar. Someone for whom learning itself is the organizing drive underneath everything else.

Someone asked me once what I do.

I gave them the short answer because the long one would have taken the rest of the evening. The short answer named one thing. The long answer would have named several, each one complete, each one fully inhabited, none of them quite capturing what actually connects them.

What...

There is a vine in the forests of Chile that should not be able to do what it does.

Boquila trifoliolata climbs whatever host plant it finds and reshapes its own leaves to match. Not approximately. Precisely. The size, the shape, the color, the texture, the pattern of veins running through the leaf surface. It reads the host and becomes it, so completely that botanists have spent years trying to understand the mechanism and have not found a satisfying answer.

The vine has no eyes. No nervous...