Essays on memory, identity, and the unspoken parts of being human.
I know Maria’s coffee maker is broken and her deepest fears of dying alone, yet I’ve never heard her voice. A profound reflection on how social media affects relationships, creating an unsettling reality where we are intimately connected to strangers while becoming strangers to the people sitting right next to us
The Birthday Behind the Screen I watched my son blow out his candles through my phone screen. Not with my eyes—with the camera. I held the device steady, making sure the angle was right, the lighting good, his face centered in the frame. I saw him take that deep breath, saw his cheeks puff out,
The Distance Between Hearts and Likes Sarah liked my post at 11:47 PM. I know this because I checked. Three times. It wasn’t anything important—just a photo of the sunset from my apartment window. But Sarah had liked it within minutes, the way she always did. The way she had done for three years now,
My Twitter bio says “thought leader.” In person, I apologize while ordering coffee. “Can I get a latte? Sorry. Medium? If that’s okay. Sorry.” The barista stared. I’d just apologized twice for ordering coffee. Online, I’m articulate. Post threads about technology, culture, society. Thousands of followers. People call me insightful. Offline, I can barely make
I crafted the perfect caption for twenty minutes. Three people liked it. Two were relatives. One was a bot. The revelation arrives slowly, then suddenly: the vast audience I’ve been performing for exists mostly in my imagination. All that careful content curation. Strategic posting times. Anxiety about others’ opinions. Directed toward people who scroll past
Five hundred and thirty-seven people saw my breakfast this morning. Avocado toast, perfectly plated. Golden morning light through the window. Caption about grateful mornings and fresh starts. Twenty-three likes within the first hour. What they didn’t see: I’d been awake since 3 AM, crying in the bathroom so my wife wouldn’t hear. The toast sat
Scrolling through high school reunion photos, everyone commented “best years of our lives!” Then I opened my old diary and discovered how brutally my memory had edited the truth.
The claim that conscious beings represent “the universe understanding itself” requires rigorous analysis. Through consciousness, the universe gains capacities for self-reference that transform its ontological status through genuine reflexive knowledge.
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How do you explain homesickness for a place that doesn’t exist? “Like I’m missing somewhere. But I don’t know where.” She sat beside me. “The nowhere feeling?” “You know it?” “Everyone knows it. We just don’t talk about it.”
Why do people become strangers the moment elevator doors close? Explore the psychology behind elevator etiquette, social anxiety, and the unspoken rules that govern our behavior in confined spaces.
I destroy things when they get comfortable. Intense, then distant. With her. With work. With Arash. That cycle. But maybe staying with things, even when boring, is what matters most.
“These words found the feelings I couldn’t name.”
“Like finding letters I wrote to myself but never sent.”
“Writing that makes you stop and remember what it means to be alive.”
Curated insights, thoughtfully delivered. No clutter.
