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I have a fantasy, man, and it's not the kind you find stitched into the neon glitz of billboards or rattling the brass-balled dreams of Wall Street brokers, no sir. It’s a quiet little dream, a whisper of a life, a ghost of an idea that rattles around my brain like an old penny in

There was once, or perhaps there still is, a rhythm to things. A cadence not dictated by the artificial metronome of notifications, nor the pale blue hum of an LED-lit existence. We moved, once, in step with breath and hunger, with desire and fatigue, with the rise of the sun and the fading of the

There’s something almost primal about the chorus of Chumbawamba’s Tubthumping. A few simple words, belted out over a driving beat: I get knocked down, but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down. It’s not poetry in the traditional sense, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s a declaration. A battle cry. A

When a novelization of a film is done well, it should feel like more than just a scene-by-scene transcription—it should deepen the themes, stretch the atmosphere, and give us something new to chew on. Elisabeth Hand’s 12 Monkeys, based on Terry Gilliam’s 1995 film, manages just that. It doesn’t just recount the story of James

Somewhere between the first handshake and the last farewell, human beings have been bartering favors, swapping kindnesses, and engaging in an age-old ritual known as not being a jerk. This delicate repartée—this unwritten contract of fairness and reciprocity—has built civilizations, sustained friendships, and, on occasion, prevented certain relatives from being struck from holiday guest lists.

There is a silence in the morning, before the first notifications arrive, before the mirror reminds us of the day's expectations. In that silence, there might be a whisper—something small, something nearly drowned out by the machinery of routine. It is the voice of the self, asking, however hesitantly, for love. Frida Kahlo knew, more

The workplace is a leading site of inequality, but if workers owned businesses, that could change. How can advocates seize the opportunity to grow worker ownership?

Some people are trading traditional careers for meaningful lives built around passion, but it’s not all powder days and freedom.

Here’s a thought experiment for you. Is this in fact a world where reality—true, unfiltered reality—is something no one ever actually experiences. The trees are real, the sun burns hydrogen, and the ground beneath our feet isn’t about to dissolve into binary code. But the moment we open our eyes each morning, we’re not so

What if we made a game where the goal is not to accumulate, but to shed. Not to own, but to free oneself. Not to conquer, but to master the art of enough. In our lives driven by consumption, such a game might seem radical, even subversive. But, it is a game worth playing. Minimalism

No one would argue that having enough is a bad thing. It’s good to know where your next meal is coming from, to have a roof over your head, to live without constant worry over basic survival. In fact, for most of human history, people dreamed of abundance. More food, more security, more choices—these were

Shoshana Zuboff's seminal work, "The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: The Fight for a Human Future at the New Frontier of Power," explores the emergence of a new economic order where human experience is commodified for data extraction and profit. Zuboff, a professor emerita at Harvard Business School, meticulously examines how tech giants like Google and

There is an ancient god who walks among us, though few dare to name him. He has no temples, no hymns, no solemn rites. Yet his presence is everywhere—woven into the fabric of our lives, shaping our desires, devouring our futures. His name is Moloch, and in the age of capitalism, he is more powerful