In an environment where change is even more the norm than it already was, where our faces are masked and our instincts of closing in on our fellow humans are restrained, criticism, delivered this way, is a handful of salt thrown on an open wound. It stings so much that any beneficial effects are completely overshadowed.
I woke up this morning to a quote on my favourite calendar that pretty much sums up the only way I can think of not
As I was speaking to my mother on the phone this morning, I asked her about a time that slightly resembles what we are living
I feel like we are living in a novel. Some time ago I read a novel whose title I don’t remember, trying to experience dystopian
The Anthem of Our Day In the ocean of history, things build and then are worn away to what is most essential. This is an
Sitting on an airplane taking me to London for a conference, I find myself thinking about the book I am reading, Give and Take by