I write about the overlooked, the contradictory, and the quietly absurd.
There's something odd about watching someone stand in front of a human being, staring at a screen to order coffee. The person behind the counter is right there. They could probably make the drink faster if you just asked. But we've been sold the idea that this is better, that the screen removes friction, and friction is apparently the enemy of a good Tuesday afternoon.
There's a popular image that arranges existential dread by depth, like layers of ocean water. The surface stuff is gentle: realizing strangers have inner lives too, worrying about taxes. The bottom layer promises quantum immortality and spontaneous consciousness.
Someone figured out how to game the system by refusing to play it. Creators are building audiences now by showing the same jacket twice, mending their jeans, filming empty counters. The algorithm, which spent a decade rewarding newness, is suddenly rewarding its opposite.
Product designers arrive at job interviews with case studies bound like dissertations. We have documented our thinking in Figma frames that could wallpaper a small apartment. Meanwhile, the engineer's LinkedIn says 'software engineer' in lowercase. It has said this since 2019. They are doing fine.
In a world where connectivity reaches unprecedented heights, maintaining friendships has paradoxically become more complex. We scroll through social feeds witnessing countless moments of others' lives, yet these digital glimpses create an illusion of closeness while masking growing distance.
In an era where authenticity has become its own performance, a fascinating phenomenon emerged at the intersection of gaming and social media. Players of life simulation games create virtual influencer personas, simultaneously critiquing and reinventing digital identity.
There's a peculiar inversion to consider in how we think about living. What if our true existence unfolds not in the present moment we're experiencing, but in the memories we craft for others to carry forward?
The internet transformed human communication from networked computing to smartphones in our pockets. As someone who came of age alongside these technologies, the shift in how we interact online feels profound. We moved from communal spaces to curated self-expression.
Employee review platforms tell a consistent story across tech startups. Lack of direction. Misunderstood priorities. Endless pivots without clear goals. These aren't just disgruntled workers venting. They're evidence of a pattern.
Facing a blank page creates a particular kind of paralysis. Not from lacking ideas, but from uncertainty about their worth. Years of reading crystallize into insights, the urge to share becomes physical, yet doubt creeps in. Am I qualified to speak?