The Bus Stops Here

By Eric Le Roy

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One of my students put this article under my nose yesterday during a class discussion. He is Swiss, and the original article was in German. So here is a translation of the gist of it:

Germany: In front of a nursing home for people with dementia in Duisburg, a fake bus stop has recently been installed. A fictitious timetable hangs on the typical bus Read the rest

The Arrow And The Circle

By Eric Le Roy

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I have seen my life move like an arrow from one point to the next, its tail feathers fluttering like lost breath, a jet stream of spit. It’s hard to believe I was once a baby. Harder still to comprehend this mysterious, though inevitable, failure of the physical instruments of life that have propelled me this far. I rose, I arched, I flattened, I … Read the rest

The Rearranged Roads Of The Past

          

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ Artem’s recent discourse on ‘Traditional Values’ is annoyingly accurate in many ways. So why ‘annoyingly’? I think it is because – although Artem throws a few alms in the direction of ‘tradition’ toward the end, the article, faithful to the author’s proclivity, remains top heavy in the direction of the political and perhaps just a tad neglectful in its allowances for the psychological … Read the rest

The Curious Case of Traditional Values

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Content 18+ Human beings have always harbored a profound affection for nostalgia. We carefully cherish relics, meticulously preserve artifacts, and laboriously attempt to recreate the past, investing it with an almost spiritual passion—typically reserved for matters of immense importance or significant unease. Today, the phrase “traditional values” has emerged prominently as the soothing balm generously applied to society’s wounds, anxieties born from rapid technological, cultural, and social transformations. Beneath its … Read the rest

The Sham Of Social Media

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ Back in the day when I was an undergraduate at the University of Florida, I wondered what to choose as my ‘major’: English or Journalism. Well, that was back in the ‘60s, so what else could I do but drop out and head for Greenwich Village in New York City? (Well, not exactly. I ended up working at the Countee Cullen … Read the rest