By Eric Le Roy
El Conejito
I guess the frenzy is fading now, but (as usual, a day late and a dollar short) I would like to record a few belated thoughts on the recent Super Bowl in America. Not the game itself, mind you, which by all accounts was as boring as an argument between two dead people, but the Half Time Show, featuring an enterprising dude with … Read the rest
They’ll sell it to you as “wellness.”
Not the soft kind with yoga mats and playlists. The corporate kind: a sterile smile stapled to a spreadsheet, the kind of wellness where your nervous system becomes an underperforming asset and your burnout is a “capacity planning issue.” They won’t call it slavery, obviously. Slavery is a word with history. They’ll call it optimisation, which is slavery with a product manager and … Read the rest
We live in an age where certainty travels faster than facts, and where emotion is often treated as a substitute for evidence, not because people have suddenly become wicked or foolish, but because the modern attention economy quietly rewards whatever is simple, sharp, and loud; it is easy to forget that the world is rarely simple, almost never sharp, and only occasionally loud for reasons that matter. When unrest erupts … Read the rest
We like birthdays because they behave. They sit on the calendar like obedient little fences: before this day you are “a child,” after this day you are “an adult,” and the world can stop thinking too hard. Paperwork smiles. Parents exhale. Governments file you into a drawer. Even you can point to the number and say, “There. That’s the moment I became something different.” It is a comforting story. It … Read the rest
There is a certain kind of sentence that arrives like a key already cut to fit every lock. You don’t have to think too hard; you just turn it and the door opens, and behind the door there is a warm room where the world makes sense. The sentence usually sounds like this: “If a people has been chased for centuries, there must be a reason.” Sometimes it comes with … Read the rest
