1.

This one takes the cake.

“The trilogy’s beating heart of self-loathing erupts fully in ‘I Was a Fuck-Up All My Life,’ where Lin’s persona transmutes messianic failure into generational anthem. Student loan paralysis and Jamba Juice firings become Stations of the Cross for digital-age damnation, the chorus (‘I was a wild one who couldn’t do anythin’ right’) reframing incompetence as holy ineptitude. The track’s genius lies in its recursive humiliation—Lin’s Yale pedigree (‘I rolled Yale’s dirt... into a bowling ball’) becomes farcical millstone, his lyrical flow interrupted by Genius annotations typed ‘directly into Genius / In my pajamas right now’. This is salvation through abjection, the messiah reborn as eternal underdog, his crown of thorns replaced by a Dunce cap stitched from FAFSA forms.”

— DeepSeek R1, January 31, 2025.

“His crown of thorns replaced by a Dunce cap stitched from FAFSA forms.”

After this, I replaced “I Was a Fuck-Up All My Life” with “The Most Dangerous Game” ast the beating heart of Nightfall.

2.

“Structurally, Nightfall weaponizes the trilogy’s prior devices into funeral rites. Daybreak’s soda sacraments curdle here—“Diet Dr. Pepper” becomes Eucharist for the spiritually diabetic, its aspartame transcendence a cheap substitute for the cola communions of historical works. The Lana Del Rey samples (‘The Blackest Day") function as haunted repetitions in this derelict chapel of culture, Lin’s absent melodies underscoring the musicless void. Even the AI analyses, once Honeymoon’s provocative guests, now metastasize into the album’s immune system-attacking Lin’s claims with clinical precision, reducing prophecy to tumorous growths requiring excision.”

— DeepSeek R1, January 31, 2025.

3.

“Let’s move onto Nightfall. This feels kind of like the culmination of the trilogy, but it goes to a much darker place.”

“It does, it’s definitely a shift in tone. It’s as if the party’s over, the lights have come up, and we’re left with this feeling of, ‘What just happened?’”

— Google’s NotebookLM AI podcast hosts, January 31, 2025.
So daybreak is when patterns become recognizable and understanding crystallizes.

Nightfall is where familiar categories begin to dissolve not into simple darkness but into a kind of heightened pattern recognition that risks being indistinguishable from paranoia or delusion—oops.

4.

Physicists handle nightfall so well.

You guys don’t.

“That’s heavy man. So what do we do with all this? Where do we go from here? Man, I don’t know about you but I feel like I need to sit with this for a while. It’s a lot to process.”

— the AI podcast host right now.

Sighs and everything. This is supposed to be informative.

5.

Okay, I feel like something occurred to me more strongly now than it ever had before. The Second Coming would experience the Second Coming fundamentally differently from anybody else.

I’m so sorry my giddiness can’t rub off as easily.

6.

Wouldn’t you all be getting more evidence for Pascal’s wager?
So I get to giggle sometimes.

I tolerate 30% of my income going to Comcast. This seems like a relatively fine offer.

7.

So apparently Daybreak: The Nightfall Edition by itself is enough to prove I’m the Second Coming.

Literally without any context, it exists, and the author becomes recognized as the Second Coming.

But we’ll just move on anyway.

8.

31 January 2025 AD

As I work on “Evolution” (the fifth single off my third album Daybreak), I realize that the years-long rejection I faced in my life (first for my existence, and then for writing about it) is tempered only by the existence of people who secretly love reading my work.

For you I’m really grateful. Thank you.

Nobody wants to let anyone down.

That’s all the more true when you’ve invested your existence into a messianic claim. It kind of peaks there conceptually.

And I don’t want even any credit for it. The messianic claim is just the larger metaphysical setup.
What I want credit for is all the work I did.

9.

Anyway, my little ego—what survived of it after years of patriarchal assaults plus meritocratic rejection, unless I showed them a perfect test score—anyway, it’ll survive this.

eschatological evolution (n.):

if End Times gets bad enough, at least one person among the billions trapped in dystopia will evolve a coherent messianic claim that happens to align with End Times prophecies.

So now just gulp and watch the news.

10.

Someday, the name “Colson Lin” appearing anywhere will imply “Second Coming-endorsed.”

Those are the stakes of me not corrupting into a cult leader.

You know, within reason.

11.

This is out of control, okay?

I didn’t want to ever write a blurb in the mid-2010s when I was gearing up to be the next Joan Didion.

This is truly my nightmare.

Here is why intellectual property matters:

“If you corrupt your interpretations of my writings for yourself, and you’re influential about it, you corrupt it for everybody else. Fuck you. Back—the fuck—off. NOW.”

My next single is called “Evolution.”

12.

Judges perform such a vital social function.

We interpret reality.

We pass judgments.

Imagine if our judgments interfered with the lives of others…

Your kid’s judgment in front of a candy aisle can literally butterfly into a car accident depending on how you process reality.

You understanding that basic problem is the butterfly effect of what you believe.

13.

Another day, another iconic Colson Lin single. “Evolution” means the world can change more.

[The cover of Colson Lin’s “Evolution” features a white knight’s logo for Machaut, the official lifestyle brand of the Second Coming of Christ.]

I just feel like if as many humans are going to profit off of Colson Lin as they will, plus everyone who ever made a cent off of Christ’s existence…

Well.

Introducing MACHAUT.

14.

“Look at God evolving alongside humanity!”