There is a quiet tax now, and it does not arrive in the mail. No government votes on it. No minister announces it. No one even has the honesty to call it what it is. It is the tax on being alone.
Not solitude in the poetic sense. Not the noble retreat of monks, writers, or the occasional sane person hiding from the species. I mean ordinary modern singleness: paying … Read the rest
We are clever primates on a wet rock, drifting through a dark sea of space, and one of our most persistent illusions is that the universe is impressed by our dashboards. We take something messy and alive—human attention, judgment, sleep, dignity—and we pour it into tidy containers called targets, and then we act surprised when the container leaks. Somewhere in a bright meeting room, under lighting designed to flatter neither … Read the rest
