How We Became Rapists: A Mystery

I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy… 

Too Many Names to Remember: Are We 7 Billion Anonymous Observers?

I can watch a video with 55 million views, cry over it, feel the feeling—and never know who made it, or who was in it.

Tale of Tiny Man with Scissors: How Abstract Thinking Became Concrete Prison

The machine is vibrating and dancing and humming a tune it likes. You can go as high as you can — but you can’t change the tune… Go go go, tiger.

Brief History of Our Civilization: ‘Buying the Ticket’ to Unlock the Right to Sexuality

Result: A society where people have to metaphorically buy the ticket to unlock their own sexuality (take that, gamification marketers!)

No Dignity, No Joy: Socio-Economic Theory of a Peasant

Nobody gets to have joy or dignity by default, joy needs to be earned. And therein lies the problem.

Lovers, Missionaries and Technology: A Story of a Passionate Little Boy

Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.

I am an Outsider: A Story of Freedom

You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.

How We Became Rapists: A Mystery

I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy… 

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Girl on the subway

I was on my way somewhere, and I saw a guy yelling at the girl on the subway platform. Time went by, and he kept yelling.

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If World Leaders Were Parents

If world leaders were parents, we would have a very strange selection: On one end of the spectrum, a crazy, militarized parent with a whip who beats his child any time he does something forbidden, and on the other end, a neurotic, passive aggressive parent who feeds the child too much chocolate to earn popularity, and secretly slips meds into his soup so that the child remains a little disoriented at all times, and needs daddy.

The funny thing, if either child were to rebel (against the whip, or against the soup meds), things would get very dramatic and ugly, very quickly.

Codependency…

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