Selfless acts end up saving a homeless man's life
I have asked this person to everyone in my life. It is the ultimate question of authenticity, yet we struggle to discern what exactly life is. Dread accompanies a certain level of authenticity as we k...
We are our truest selves when we are alone. We go out, go to school, go to work, and go about our day with a couple of ready-to-wear facade in our back pockets. It's funny how often people, colleag...
In a society where people are praised for their “Parroty” rather than “Authenticity”… The “thought” is deserted.
Such a love/ hate for it all (social media, selfies), because we miss out on living in the moment and choose to live our lives through lenses. It hurts.
I can't stop thinking about the theoretical device of the "simulating machine," which is rightly connected to Plato's Allegory of the Cave and the Matrix movies. Apparently, Americans overwhelmingly w...
Her dancing and smile hide her struggles from the world. To keep up the act, she risks losing her life. For a layer of ice is all that stops her from falling.
A poem about fake people being fake and authentic people knowing.
I have asked this person to everyone in my life. It is the ultimate question of authenticity, yet we struggle to discern what exactly life is. Dread accompanies a certain level of authenticity as we k...
We are our truest selves when we are alone. We go out, go to school, go to work, and go about our day with a couple of ready-to-wear facade in our back pockets. It's funny how often people, colleag...
In a society where people are praised for their “Parroty” rather than “Authenticity”… The “thought” is deserted.
Such a love/ hate for it all (social media, selfies), because we miss out on living in the moment and choose to live our lives through lenses. It hurts.
I can't stop thinking about the theoretical device of the "simulating machine," which is rightly connected to Plato's Allegory of the Cave and the Matrix movies. Apparently, Americans overwhelmingly w...
Her dancing and smile hide her struggles from the world. To keep up the act, she risks losing her life. For a layer of ice is all that stops her from falling.
A poem about fake people being fake and authentic people knowing.