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what if all humans on earth never had to work again? everyone has their basic needs met. food, water, a cozy home, healthcare, safety, you name it. everyone is comfortable, healthy, and free. all the existential threats facing humanity are well taken care of. and no one needs to be saved. no one. just pause for a moment. imagine that you’re living in this realistic utopia, right now. what would…
2 min read this sunday, i’ll be attending a philosophy club meeting to discuss plato’s allegory of the cave . i first came across this idea many years ago while watching a random philosophy video on youtube. not exactly a typical hobby for a teenager, but hey, i was bored. the idea goes something like this. imagine you’re a prisoner who has lived inside a cave your entire life. the only thing you…
it’s 2:53am. i’m sitting in front of my mac, trying to figure out what to write. the windows are open. the fan is blowing on my face. it’s quiet. everyone’s asleep except me. and then a weird thought came. we’re made of molecular legos. somehow, this arrangement of tiny pieces became conscious enough to type about being made of molecular legos. and when we die, those pieces scatter. in a way,…
dear stranger, as much as we hate to admit it, our perception of reality is nothing more than the signals our brains receive. light. sound. touch. memory. interpretation. everything we know is filtered through us. in a sense, the world we experience exists only in our heads. whatever reality is in its rawest form, we may never be able to reach it. and perhaps that is why existence can feel so…
the waves keep coming in. i don’t even know how long i’ve been sitting here. it feels like i just got here. it also feels like i’ve been here forever. nothing is really happening. and somehow, everything is. i keep looking at the water like i’m waiting for something to change. but it doesn’t. it just keeps moving. and i think that’s what makes it hard to sit with. because it doesn’t stop for me.…
it's friday. 3pm. i'm sitting here, typing. it’s been raining since yesterday. thunder somewhere far away. no notifications. no voices. just me. and the strange thing is, nothing is actually wrong. the room is the same. the rain sounds the same. everything is exactly where it should be. and yet, something feels… slightly off. like a word on the tip of your tongue that never arrives. i keep…