We have drifted so far from the physical world that we now speak about reality as if it were a software layer.
Food arrives under plastic and clean lighting, as if it were manufactured by barcode. Money moves without weight. Work happens in files, calls, decks, and glowing rectangles. “The cloud” stores our lives in a phrase so absurd it should embarrass anyone old enough to remember weather. We order, … 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
Let me confess a small heresy: I do not think humans are special in the way humans think they are special. We are special in the way a child believes their drawing of a house—with the square body, the triangle roof, and the smoke like string beans—is special: charming, energetic, a little messy, and convinced that everyone else must put this masterpiece on the fridge. When the child becomes an … Read the rest
There’s a special kind of language that doesn’t tell you what’s happening—it tells you what to feel about it. It’s an art form, really. A performance where words pretend to inform but actually sedate. Bureaucrats, generals, and “information managers” have refined it into a linguistic ballet: graceful, bloodless, and utterly lethal to thought.
It’s called doublespeak. Or, in the more poetic tongues of the East, necro-speak—the language of the … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
“The world is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel” – Horace Walpole
“Only the Lonely” was the signature song of a guy named Roy Orbison, a star in the early rock’ n’ roll era. Orbison died in 1988 of a heart attack at the age of 52. Songs are full of lonely guys; they were back … Read the rest
