Narratives in popular culture tend towards the "love always wins". A form of blind hope that everything will be alright in the end. We want to be comforted, to envision a certainty that someday it will all be fine. A promise that we all hold dear in the back of our minds. Someday, someway, things will get better. This promise is fundamental for our will to live. That's why we obfuscate the truth, we practice confirmation bias, closing ourselves into echo chambers. And those definitions carry a n...

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We must doubt and re-evaluate our assumptions constantly and be open to new information. "Everything is change, nothing is to be hold on to." ...

A son applauding their immigrant parents for working their way up. We associate with the system, the inequality, the international injustice, our climbing of the social ladder becomes something we are proud of. And by doing so we reinforce the same logic that made the unfair imbalance possible in the first place. A draw-bridge mentality. ...

Slipping away. Everything is possible, everything exists. Chance is the culprit of fate. I'm scared, scared, scared. It feels like staring at something horrible happening, it is there in front of you, but you can't act. You're frozen because it can happen, because if it happens here and now, it might happen again. And it might have happened many times in the past. You may act, you may try to change the outcome, but how can you make sure it will never happen again? How can you make it right for a...

Marx initially sought to overcome the political repression, as a representative of an ideological minority, through the empowerment of civil society in contrast to the centralized power of the state. Universal suffrage would make the interest of the people come about, so he thought. He would later on study the case of the United States and France to understand that this is not the case. That from the "prison" of political adherence, freedom to vote would shift the "prison" into purely economic...

Today's key business model is data monopoly. Using the data to prove something, for example: "our car self-driving system is safer than a driver" How can we trust the company claims? Isn't it a conflict of interest? The data is protected by intellectual property, no one can confirm whether claims are true or not. And even if data was available, it is really hard to understand. As complexity of technology keeps increasing, policy decisions will slowly be deferred to companies that have the "know...

Contemplating suicide is a sign of declining mental health. That's usually the case. But I would argue that once we are faced with the details of our society's working throughout history, it is only natural to ask ourselves if the world will be better off without us. If you are reading this, chances are that you come from one of the countries in the western block, which have build their wealth and power on exploitation. How can we, as their citizens, shrug off that responsibility towards the pa...

We like to give a reason to things, from point a to point b. Person did this, so he should be punished or rewarded. But why did they make that decision? What were the motives? Where did they form? As we keep going back in the chain of events it becomes clear that the complexity of reality doesn't favour simple linear logic. Where do your choices start and the influence of your surroundings end? As if they are not contingent, part of the same string of reality. We are the consequence of what happ...

Distressing mind Simmering thoughts Seeking emotions Live, live, live Numb to the stimuli I just need more, I just need more And if not now I'll crave until you obey You will become a slave Of your own demise A moment of silent, A timeframe to detach Fall into the nothingness that we are And wake up to a promise anew I will forget, again and again That this is who I am That the prison is still there Even if in a different form I am my own worst enemy ...

Drifting off No destination in sight Light and dark Do they exist beyond our senses? It's all inside our minds, it's all inside our minds Don't float, don't drown Breath in, breath out An endless convalescence Searching outside For what can only be found within Slowly peeling our masks off Avoiding the glance of our own eyes Are you paralyzed in terror when you stare at yourself in the mirror? The journey itself is what we hold dear As if the answer was insignificant As if the question was forgi...

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You grow until your accomplishments, whatever made you reach that far, no longer feel like you. You look back and see someone else. You look forward and fear of being estranged the same way. A vicious cycle to get lost into. Where do you begin? Where do you end? If everything you are are the memories of your past self. The clock is ticking. ...

The things you hold dearly for purpose. Numbed by the daily life. Meaning nothing anymore. Just sounds, just vibrations. Caught in a routine that does not reflect who you are. ...

Where do our minds reside When we stare at ourselves in the mirror Are you afraid to die? Do you see those wrinkles above your eyes? I stood there still Hoping time would turn back To a place where I loved myself most To a time where I could sense the hollowness I stood, I stay, I will stay Caged into a prison of my own making Deserting every promise I made to myself Coalescing thoughts, deconstructing memories Emptying the mind, while filling it up with all the same Stuck, stuck, stuck For a ...

All of this big words And complaints of the grand picture When all that we want is to feel less alone In this messy life Where nothing seems to care enough Where all the futures are up for grab Your hands through my hair A touch of your lips A promise that you'll be there When my mind goes amiss I'll sculpt this story For myself to hear again That this dream is not gone Convinced to believe That this world is fair But the tears come running And I fall again I have yet to tell you How much I ca...

Oh love It brings me to heavens Which alone I couldn't not foresee Whose dividing lines are now clear Where this love ends and the hate begins In this messy chaotic existence I now know my enemy. ...

Is that they can't stop The thinking keeps going The memories are shattered a moment after It's like being stuck in the same moment forever And you feel moving, but really you are standing still The flow of thoughts seem like having a direction But their transience deceives Not a moment to stop and reflect Just thoughts to forget the sound of your breath A glimpse in the mirror, the state of neglect Misery or glory, down to a bet ...

As things become more available, immediate, the process behind it becomes more and more ignored. After all, by unconscious intuition, if there are so many things, they should be easy to make. ...

A fragment, a piece The whole world inside of me Nothing Everything The sun and the desert The wolf and the sheperd A glass, a feather An instant to forget it From the crumbling noise Of feet climbing the mountain Until silence overwhelms Not a move was ever heard Not a story to be told But one of hope and regret Where the lie was never met For the thrill of existence to be felt once again Past and future overlap For this journey to heaven is mine alone The road to hell is not what you've be...

Sapolsky refuses to give in to the idea that if biology determines our worst behaviours, so are our best. And while he's very critical of the punishment imposed to our villains, he can't help but idolize our heroes. It's clear what type of world he wants to see: one less violent, more kind, less individualistic, more collaborative. But in doing so, he extracts something from his own scientific conclusions that isn't there. He does so with extreme care, analysing behaviours from our grandiose hi...

I hear the calling Of the the thing you call despair But little do you know It's the only hope we have As the flames rise higher As the cities sink deep The only salvation Is fear before the leap Slowly boiling The skies above Hold on to your loved They will not last for long We knew it was calling We sensed its grip Just piles of corpses With no time to dig I wish I could tell you I wish I could speak Paralyzed by the futures Afraid of the leap Will you listen to me Afraid to lose sense Or...

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Do you think a grown up person from the past would feel stuck living in today's world? Like it's not their place? What about one from the future? Today's exposure to information makes it possible to live elsewhere, to not be bound by what we experience in our direct surroundings. Our imagination is pushed way beyond its initial purpose. And now we feel stuck, in a world that does not resemble our expectations. Comparing what is against what it could be, and being haunted by its dissonance. ...

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Take a turn Make a life You will last Until you die Want to see the love in my eyes? Turn around until my shadow is cast aside Pouring your heart into this You will never learn to let go of me Holding dearly, precious soul But you bite, asking for more ...

"I don't need anyone, I am my own world." It also allows different ideas to flourish in contrast with each other, leading to social heterogeneity, or disharmony. ...

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