Carpe fuckin’ diem
There is this chimeric aphorism which emerged from the lips of Horace (the oh-captain-my-captain Robin Williams) and we adopted: Carpe diem, seize the day,...
We are captives – but we have Wi-Fi
“Do you know how the last Tasmanian tiger died?” Telemachus asked me in the car.
He has always taken a keen interest in finding information...
Imagination and game
In art (and life, too) there is passive and active imagination.
We tap into passive imagination to grasp the art of the others.
To feel a...
The day that men will become Gods
The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for...
There is no such thing as snow. Only snowflakes.
«They’re casting their problem on society. And, you know, there is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women…»
Margaret Thatcher, talking...
“Oh captain, my captain”
It’s always easier to blame others for what is happening in our lives. To pronounce ourselves helpless and alone, while facing a system which...
