In Eastern philosophy, time was experienced cyclically aligning with the moon, the seasons, the body. Now, the ticking second hand pulses through our phones, setting a sterile tempo. A notification at 3am feels no different from one at 3pm. There are no seasons to change with falling leaves and fading sunsets, only an endless now, unblinking and... See more

A body wash trying to be fragrance trying to be philosophy. The utility of cleaning itself remains absent in it’s equation

Where is the purity of a tool that does one thing well, and one thing only?

We scramble for chargers while a swarm of notifications slice through our simple intentions. “I'm just trying to play music,” I say to myself, but one... See more