Essays

The Performance of Not Caring I watch a man in a coffee shop in Chicago. He is typing on a laptop. He checks his phone. He sighs, loudly, as if the battery…

The Silence Between the Notifications It is August in Warsaw. The heat has broken, replaced by a damp, gray persistence that feels like a held breath. I sit with my coffee and…

The rain does not care about your ambition. It falls. It soaks the pavement. It cools the air. This is a fact, not a metaphor. I have sat on this bench for…

The algorithm has decided that loneliness is a product. It is not a state of being; it is a metric. You open your phone. A face looks at the camera—tired, hungry, selling…

We have forgotten how to be still. This is not a metaphor. It is a physiological fact. The human body is designed for pause. The breath comes in, the breath goes out.…

Stoicism has become a commodity. You can buy it on a t-shirt. You can read it in bullet points on a feed designed to keep you scrolling. It is marketed as a…