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
People love big things. Big cars, big houses, big countries. Something in the human brain still worships scale, as if the mammoth that impressed our ancestors is still walking somewhere behind us. And so, many citizens will proudly point at the map and say: “Look how enormous it is — this is greatness.” They say it with the same confidence with which a smoker says his cough is “just from … Read the rest
