Tessa Fights Robots - Being Human Among Robots

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

In a world driven by financial self-preservation, truth-telling is a commercial affair. Truth, the edited version, hello.

Civilization at a Crossroads: Feelings, Words, and a Power Grab

Our masters don’t mind our fighting with each other for the leftovers from their table.

The Speedup

Imagine trying to get happy on a tight deadline. Like you have ten minutes to get happy, or else your boss is going to punish you.

Facts, Soundbites, Disinfo: Who Decides What’s Real?

Our soundbites are our digital drugs.

I Wanted to Talk About Dating R Kelly But Ended Up Talking about Russian Culture Instead

This story is about the Russian women and our cross-generational strengths, weaknesses, courage, and servitude.

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.

We are going to build a neurological association for you, and you are going to be a bastard if you don’t fold yourself and play along. You are going to be a deviant if you don’t offer yourself as a sacrifice to my feeling of ORDER.

Feudalism in Disguise and Headless Chicken

It is feudalism. It’s the bulldozer.

Racism, Facebook, Pepsi: Stupid, Sad, Delusional

The way media talks about racism is largely ineffective. I understand why it is so, and I am a little angry about it. Cheesy slogans get clicks a lot faster than deep, honest analysis. It’s about money and vanity, and ironically, we no longer need an evil hand to orchestrate it, people do it all on their own. Because, internet. Because, stupid.

Baby Boxes (Poem)

Born for laughter, dying for money.

Systems, Algorithms, Progress: Oy!

No system in the world can solve the problems of the heart. Dysfunctions in society are born in the heart. Systems always follow the heart.

On Fictional Abyss Between Capitalism and Socialism

Existentially, it matters very little what kind of ‘ism’ you attach to the world you create. What matters is whether it started with something like selling your mother’s kidney.

Loving While Scared

My love goes out to people who are not talking trash, pointing fingers, blaming friends who voted differently or going super macho on them, who are not talking with contempt about family members, who are trying to understand, love, and relate. I don’t care who you voted for.

Would everybody just f*ck off about the beauty of begging?

We are back to the Middle Ages where creative professionals–um, troubadours–were whores and marginalized individuals. Except now, between the troubadour and the generous peasants, there is a clever middleman who makes money on bulk.