Will We Come Together Again?
The Great Depression taught Americans many things, but one lesson really stands out, not in the numbers or charts, but in the stories that passed from grandparents…
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Flotsam; the remains of a shipwrecked life
The sea does not care. It takes what it wants and leaves the rest to drift. A man can build something strong, something that holds against the…
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The Weight of Too Much
No one complains about having enough. Enough food, enough money, enough security; these are the markers of a good life. But what happens when “enough” turns into…
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From Self-Sufficiency to Community-Sufficiency: Rethinking Preparedness
I’ve been watching a lot of YouTube videos about homesteading and prepping lately. Partly because I find the whole idea fascinating; growing your own food, living off…
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Are You Still Alive?
The sky over Metropole Prime was the color of dead glass, a dull, perpetual twilight where the sun had been tamed by atmospheric regulators. Citizens moved in…
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“The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: The Fight for a Human Future at the New Frontier of Power,” by Shoshana Zuboff – a review
Shoshana Zuboff’s seminal work, “The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: The Fight for a Human Future at the New Frontier of Power,” explores the emergence of a new…
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My First Love – Myself
There is a silence in the morning, before the first notifications arrive, before the mirror reminds us of the day’s expectations. In that silence, there might be…
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Getting Knocked Down then Getting Back Up
There’s something almost primal about the chorus of Chumbawamba’s Tubthumping. A few simple words, belted out over a driving beat: I get knocked down, but I get…
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Are We Really Living or Are We Just Not Yet Dead?
There was once, or perhaps there still is, a rhythm to things. A cadence not dictated by the artificial metronome of notifications, nor the pale blue hum…
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Backpack Dreams and the Weight of the World
I have a fantasy, man, and it’s not the kind you find stitched into the neon glitz of billboards or rattling the brass-balled dreams of Wall Street…