The Death of Connection Song lyrics become a battlefield, filled with collective despair that torpedoes the illusion of connection. We sing along to heartbreak anthems, breakup ballads, hopeless fantasies, because singing the chorus is easier than facing the silence alone.…
Ferd’s Core Human Fracture of Ego vs Healing. Ferd’s steely blue eyes pierced the Teams filters with venom. He had been accused of not wanting a project to succeed, of merely earning his salary while sitting all day. I could…
I watched a live video of a village being destroyed. How do I respond to tragedy, and to the scary things I witness daily? How do I handle it? This question becomes universal, even if you never articulate it in…
You ask, what’s the point? Why carry on, why do people carry on? That is 100% legit, because that’s what you feel. It’s no surprise you aren’t the only one. Experiencing futility, existential angst, among other things becomes one of…
Every messiah has to die. I watched a new managerial god fly in, and while the wrapped coupe was cooling in the basement, he gathered the middle-management saints, who in turn assembled the sinners. Together, they would transform stale tickets…
The bobblehed speaks. “Capitalism sucks.” Watch the bobblehead on TikTok. Big head taking up all the screen-space. Profound revelation. Divine epiphany. Lips flapping he’s weaving through others on the street. Selfie stick extended. He stays in the frame. Miraculously. “This…
“Eighteen.” Vincent Furnier, aka Alice Cooper, was 23 when that song hit big in late 1970. It captures that messy threshold: no longer a kid, not yet a grown-up. The singer drifts between worlds, unsure who he is, unsure where…
I really just wanted a coffee that Friday evening, not a sermon. The sign read, “All welcome,” so I assumed I was part of “all” and entered. A conscript’s first three-day pass is sacred. That seemingly trivial reward marked the…
Despondency is that shit feeling that resides in a post-apocalyptic crud-hole between hopelessness and apathy. As an emotion, it’s legit, and it’s a signal, but it’s a faint signal that can lead to horrible stuff if left unchecked. Rage, ironically,…
The language of conscription is glossed over with words like duty, service, honor, and sacrifice, but beneath the shine, it stinks of rotten bureaucracy, drafting people into the meat grinder. Politicians say, “the nation calls,” but never admit to coercion.…