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sometimes, i think i’m too self-aware for my own good. i can’t help but feel everything twice: once it happens, and again when i question why i had to. i’m always noticing the subtext, the small nuances, the internal shifts. even peace can feel temporary when you’re waiting to understand the full scope of it. while awareness keeps me honest, at times, it also keeps me from disappearing into the simplicity of moments. jericho |
Intellectual loneliness isn't about wanting 'deep talks.' It's about realising how few people can tolerate complexity. It's noticing how quickly people rush to have an answer not to understand, but to feel right. It's watching people form entire worldviews off headlines, vibes, and whatever reels told them last. It's the silence that follows when you say something that doesn't fit neatly into someone's script. It's not arrogance. It's exhaustion, from always having to codeswitch between what you actually think and what's safe to say around people who shut down at nuance. and no one warns you: Once your brain learns to stretch, small talk doesn't just bore you, it alienates you. You're not looking for smart people. You're looking for people who are still thinking. Unknown |
when they build higher fences, build longer tables. when they sharpen tongues into weapons, sharpen your listening. when they burn bridges, build boats that float together. the truth is, we belong to one another, and the world depends on us remembering how to care beyond ourselves. jericho |
| “What radicalised you” how bout instead we ask what desensitised the masses so effectively. Leila Madeline |
Sometimes I think about how writers and artists used to gather in cafés, bars, and salons. Now, almost all communities are digital - threads, newsletters, comments in timelines. It’s fascinating how disembodied it all of it is, how intimacy is simulated through a heart icon or a subscribe button. The art is still there, but the world it lives in is flatter, faster, harder to touch. Shika |
| What you do in private, shows in public. Reading shows in a conversation. Your diet shows in energy. Your discipline shows in confidence. Your focus shows in your results. You are what you cultivate when no one is watching. Prioritize your time & focus on discipline/consistency. Pabytele |
| A poster with the idea behind your penultimate sentence used to hang on my Battalion Sergeant Major's door: "Discipline is doing the right thing, even if nobody is watching." |
Reply| The colonial empire does not just occupy land. It does so much more. It invades the spirit and nervous system. And in the end, the mind becomes the last colony. Karim Wafa |
| All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting. George Orwell |
The psychogeographers understood a truth we rarely acknowledge: that the city is a machine designed to make you believe you are free, when its real aim is to control you. We are trained to think we can walk out the door or get in the car and go wherever we want, when in fact the urbanized space we inhabit is a labyrinth of enclosure that regulates our movement through it with almost infinite layers of access control. We stick to the sidewalks with occasional transgressions onto desire paths, stay in our traffic lanes while daydreaming of off-road adventures, experience nature mostly through simulations and screens. We see doorways and windows everywhere, but only a small number are actually open to us. We think we are autonomous agents who have chosen our paths in life, as we circulate through the city in much the way blood cells move through the body, each performing assigned tasks that keep the machine of the collective running. The landscapes we move through are manufactured ones, shaped by us, even when they are green. Maybe because the city knows that if we encountered an authentically wild and natural space, we might try to disappear into it. A Natural History of Empty Lots, Christopher Brown |
At its most basic, it was a medium-sized frame; clustered with various components that the Sanity Engine helped them print. Unsightly and peculiar, odious and beautiful, it conveyed a certain elegance of design — with the morbid simplicity of a bucket of internal organs. Sanity Engine, AJ Sterling |
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