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 st... 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 t... See more