TikTok bobblehead prophets love this line, “One day you’ll be dead, so why waste your life paying bills and being ordinary when you could be extraordinary?” Motivational, marketable, and rotten. Almost everyone who has ever lived is ordinary. That’s not…
What do you see when you look at the photograph? Chances are, you thought, “Wow, such a beautiful young woman. Some people just get it all.” And then you hear she passed away at the age of 21, after an…
His temples were a mass of bulging veins, merging with the deep furrows of his perennial frown. Corporal Rockjaw couldn’t break us. Platoon 4 prevailed. I was a conscript, choosing service over jail for non-compliance. Rockjaw was so tough, you…
We’re drowning in knowledge. Or at least, in performed, dramatized opinion. Humans manufacture “expertise” 24/7: opinion posts, hot takes, fireside chats, restaurant reviews, movie dissections. We churn them out, always after the fact. Something happens, and within hours the world…
You know the type. The TikTok bobblehead prophets. “Everything is meaningless.” They nod, they smirk, they speak with absolute certainty. Opinion dressed up as truth. And because half a million people clicked “follow,” we’re supposed to treat them like saints…
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…
The phrase “healing journey” has a shiny online glow. It has surface-level appeal. It’s neat, motivational, Instagram-polished. And for some people, that phrasing helps them survive. Fine. But let’s not kid ourselves, what saves one person doesn’t automatically speak for…
I was an asshole today because I was right, and turned it into a dumb righteousness-of-knowledge crusade. Here’s the breakdown. The venerable NAD 3020i that pumped out sweet sounds for more than 30 years went the way of many vintage…
Invisible, though not unseen. She moves quietly, polishing the rail that so many hands have touched. The mall hums with its usual theatre and performative coolness: brands, lights, and pretty people in motion. Yet meaning lingers there, in the slow…