On The Laziness of Thought

People don’t form opinions anymore. They subscribe to them.Thinking is work, and work is out of fashion. Everyone wants ideas prepackaged and ready to post.The modern mind doesn’t chew anymore. It swallow everything and excretes is like worthless shit. Beliefs are now like streaming services: cancel anytime, no effort required. Once, thought was rebellion. Now it’s repetition.People mistake noise for nuance. They think conviction is … Continue reading On The Laziness of Thought

The Last Great Conspiracy

What if the world really were as orchestrated as some imagine (every headline prewritten, every tragedy rehearsed, every coincidence a signal in disguise)? The thought stirs something both dreadful and oddly reassuring. If everything is planned, then nothing is wasted. There’s a script, a purpose, a conductor behind the noise. The horror of chaos fades, replaced by the comfort of knowing that at least someone, somewhere, is driving the story.

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Everyone Pretends They Don’t Do This. You Do Too.

We all deny it. We laugh it off, roll our eyes, pretend we’re immune. But the truth is simpler and uglier: everyone checks. The likes. The views. The comments. The tiny digital crumbs that tell us whether anyone is paying attention. We cloak it in excuses. “I just want to see if people are engaging.” “I’m checking for feedback.” But underneath the jargon is a … Continue reading Everyone Pretends They Don’t Do This. You Do Too.

The Crowd Is Always Wrong

Follow the crowd, they said. It’ll keep you safe, they said. And here we are: a civilization built on the whispering echo of bad ideas passed hand to hand, like a cheap cigarette that no one dares refuse. The crowd doesn’t think. It imitates. It congratulates itself for being busy while it drifts toward calamity with all the grace of a drunk in a revolving … Continue reading The Crowd Is Always Wrong

Pedophiles, Patreons, and the Price of Public Shame

Views I sit far from the stage where this drama plays out. I watch from a very tiny little town in Zimbabwe. The internet makes distance feel small. A camera, a stream, a hashtag, and a life is shredded. I do not pretend to be an expert. I know what I see. I know what it feels like when a crowd decides a man is … Continue reading Pedophiles, Patreons, and the Price of Public Shame

Piece of Shit

Some days I wake up and think,“Damn, I might be the problem.” Not in a villain arc kind of way, no. Just in that quiet, disappointing way you forget to reply to someone who loves you.Or you said you’d change, and didn’t.Or you left your undried laundry in the wardrobe for three days and now it smells like betrayal. I’m not evil. Just… inconsistent.A decent … Continue reading Piece of Shit