What’s the plan when everyone’s out of work and nobody can afford anything? I asked a chatbot. Not for answers, for rehearsal. If I can joke about tent placement and imagine the smells of collapse, maybe I’ll recognise it when it arrives. I won’t. But the illusion helps.
There’s a tacit rule that governs civilised pedestrian life: keep right, pass left. It’s not complicated. It’s not controversial. It’s literally the same logic we apply to cars. So you’d…
Every November, we pretend to ‘save daylight’ while slowly losing the will to function. A short dispatch from the annual collapse of the human circadian rhythm.
Nothing says “I’m doing something” quite like a man in cargo shorts waging war on gravity with a gas-powered hair dryer.
Visibility replaced value. We’re surrounded by influencers and starving for influence.
When did “basic” become “premium”? The $20 top is dead, and its ghost now costs $75 and claims to be sustainable.
Hope still exists. It naps in a sunbeam and occasionally bites.
If you can’t return a shopping cart, you’re not ready for the social contract.
Somewhere in Tokyo, a silent train full of polite people is laughing at us.
A Gen X survival guide for those still clinging to quality, sanity, and the art of subtle judgment. If you miss when tops were $20 and “athleisure” wasn’t a personality, welcome home.