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
I don’t enjoy writing this kind of essay. It is the intellectual equivalent of cleaning a greasy kitchen: necessary, unpleasant, and guaranteed to offend the people who insist the smell is “authentic tradition.” But if we’re going to talk honestly about political extremes, you don’t get to treat one side as a dangerous cult and the other as a quirky hobby. Extremes are not philosophies. They are stress reactions with … Read the rest
Content 21+ History’s dance with authoritarianism is neither new nor surprising—it’s a grim ritual that unfolds with chilling predictability. When the foundations of society crack under the weight of economic collapse, social unrest, and collective humiliation, the stage is set for ideologies once relegated to the fringes to take center stage. But let’s not kid ourselves—authoritarianism doesn’t emerge from thin air. It’s built brick by brick on the frustrations, fears, … Read the rest
Content 18+ Eric, your latest piece is brilliantly provocative, tapping into humanity’s darkest doubts about itself. You argue, as others have throughout history, that humanity’s noblest ideals are incompatible with its basest instincts. Your vision is one of a species forever shackled by its contradictions, unable to transcend its limitations. But I argue that this view, while grounded in certain historical patterns, overlooks humanity’s demonstrated capacity for self-improvement and moral … Read the rest
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by Eric Le Roy
We move among them much of our lives, especially people of the cities. At first, when young, we dive in, intrigued and enraptured by as yet unknown entities in which — like vines of limitless fecundity — we hope to entwine ourselves. (Some will be poisonous.) Surely, we imagine, as we head out of the station and enter the boundless flesh fabric of New … Read the rest
