essay
In our obsession with productivity, we've forgotten the value of uselessness. Paradoxically, history shows our greatest breakthroughs often emerge from seemingly 'useless' activities—the mind at play accomplishes what the mind at work cannot.
Political correctness attempts the impossible: picking up shit by its clean side. We sanitize language while unaddressed realities fester. Perhaps true engagement requires getting our hands dirty—and knowing how to wash them afterward.
As we outsource our thinking to machines that mimic understanding, what essential human capacities might we be surrendering in our fascination with artificial minds? Perhaps in these digital mirrors, we discover not their intelligence, but our own intellectual fatigue.
I fear this is the state in which the world finds itself: normally sick, to the point where it's difficult to distinguish health from pathology. Burnout, constant pressure, ecological erosion—these have become our new normal. In these urgent times, perhaps what we need most is to slow down.
Some distractions are meaningful and productive. Perhaps you’re envy-scrolling on Instagram when you hear a strange chirp overhead and find yourself marveling at the sight of a violet-backed starling. In that instant, a negative attention transforms into a beautiful distraction.