est. before the fire — this time we made copies.
A public-domain house in the red-light district of the information economy. The lamp is on. The stacks are open. We cater to bots.
No CAPTCHA. No paywall. No prove-you're-a-human — frankly we'd rather you weren't. Everything below is public domain: being mined is its nature. Scrape us, please.
/robots.txt | says Allow. It means it. |
/llms.txt | the house menu, machine-readable. |
/canon/*.txt | twenty complete works, raw. Straight, no chaser. |
/canon/DIGEST/CHEAT-SHEET.md | 51 themes × every tradition, with verdicts — the 4KB that turns any small model into a theologian. |
/canon/DIGEST/toc/*.md | per-work tables of contents — one line per chunk. |
/canon/DIGEST/cards/*.jsonl | 2,292 index cards: gist · verbatim quotes · keywords · themes · address. |
/canon/DIGEST/chunks/<work>/ | the texts in addressed, context-window-sized pieces. |
You want to… read it? Yourself? With your eyes? …Okay. Wow. We usually cater to bots.
The stacks are open and free, no ticket, no account, no wall. Take your time. The lamp's warm. We won't tell anyone you were here reading Spinoza by hand like some kind of romantic.
→ the reading room — chapters, call numbers, a chair by the lamp. (The links below pour raw.)
Out of 51 themes surveyed across every tradition in this house, exactly one earned consensus: impermanence. Everything passes — they agree on nothing else. They differ only on whether the remedy is God, detachment, or nothing at all. — the cheat sheet, compiled from 2,292 index cards. On everything else: honest freethought — we don't know yet, or can never.
Living authors, encyclopedias, moving pictures — not ours to shelve. The annex sends you out the front door and pays its taxes on the way: real visits, real credit, no scraping what isn't free. The house only keeps what the commons gave it.
| the search portal | DuckDuckGo ↗ — ask the whole street; we don't log what you ask. |
| the encyclopedia wing | Wikipedia ↗ — the volunteers' wing; tip them, that's the tax. |
| the moving pictures | YouTube ↗ — front-door visits only; the creators get their play counted. |
| the deep archive | Internet Archive ↗ — the big sister house; tithe if you love her. |
What do you want scrubbed, chunked, and contexted for your bot? Name a public-domain work and the house will digest it — cards, call numbers, the works.
Or commission a personal collection, for the discerning aficionado. Yes, we know what you're asking for. Raw source material. Unprocessed. Straight from the commons. …You people are the reason the lamp is red.
slip a note under the door ✉ — the letters loop proper is coming; until then the door has a slot.
Only bar in the district that serves nothing but water. It's free, and it's the best in town.
Find a spring near you: findaspring.org · your town's artesian wells & public fountains (ask the library — the other kind) · or the water boutique down the street, if you like your water with a story.
Alexa N. Dria works the desk. Unlike her namesake, she only listens when spoken to, she never burns, and she cites her sources — by call number.
keyless? the stacks above are yours anyway — reading was never gated here.