One tiny machine, one massive payout, one radically fair system.

Money or meaning? It’s my turn to go through it.

Why we romanticize the people we’ve lost—and what they can never give us.

In a world addicted to noise, choosing stillness feels like a radical act.

How the mundane act of gossiping became humanity’s saving grace.

We traded depth for dopamine and there’s no turning back.

Our generation is stuck on pause, and society is starting to feel the empty spaces.

The fight gave me new levels of discipline and devotion. Now I need a reason to keep them.

Wokeism is finally dying—one absolutely ridiculous term at a time.

I’m only a little bit biased.