Making NonSense of It ... the answer starts with a question
From the static image of “You do You”, to a more dynamic “Be what you Want to Be”.
To fight the sense of despondency of our times, we need to regain individual momentum and get that feeling of movement, drive and aspiration back. Dream bigger and repaint your new horizon.
This article was neither suggested, written nor corrected by any AI. Actually, ChatGPT desperately tried to prevent me from writing it, either because it is that uninteresting or because it is disturbing its masterplan to dominate the world (/cue evil cackle). Freewill in action. Here goes nothing.
We build our life up into something. Until we reach a point where it seems either meaningless, or overflows with needs. Life always seems to clank one way then the other, until the only way out seems to withdraw. Too much and not enough.
Are techs in a hype burnout? The tech industry today needs bold roadmaps, not just incremental improvements and caretaker visions. Solutions exists. Some of them will be illusionary, wrong, fail. But some will succeed. How to recapture the momentum?
Menhirs are lurking just on the edge of our cities, on a border between landscape, history and legend. A universal significance far beyond origin or function.
The Past used to be carefully curated, enshrined, slightly dusty gallery of exhibits. While we tend to mesh timelines, it is more and more an open-air mine of ideas, choices, opportunities. Wrongly done, it could become a sterile endless loop of recycled ideas, done right, we can create new elements by recombining the essence of the best of it. The Past could be the new future.
Among the wreckage of the Liz Truss’s premiership, one minister not only left with her dignity intact, but she embodied...
Energy is now a luxury. The social and economic infrastructure built over the past 70 years is cracking at the seams. There seem to be no solutions offered, except to give up and go back to the Middle Ages. Europe is ungracefully aging.
What will the people think? What will they remember about me? A common worry, even when we don’t care. Maybe...
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