Unfortunately, rather than attacking these big questions with our immense resources, we have settled on dealing with small, banal issues — issues that don’t force us to our face our mortality, our cosmic insignificance, and the sorts of depressing realizations that come with exploring the big questions.
We’ve incorporated our “quirks” into our personal branding as best we can. Twitter bios read: “lover of English tea,” “surfer guy,” “leadership guru,” “waffle aficionado,” “fluent in sarcasm,” “future cat lady,” “obsessed with books,” “world traveler,” and on and on.
“I sat staring out the window today. Life passing me by. My memories my companion.”
Most everyone dreams each and every night, it’s just that often we don’t recognize we’re dreaming and we don’t register it as anything important.
Everyone works together to create the daily chaos that fuels a city, not unlike the rapid industrialization that first bred the pioneering flâneurs in the mid-19th-century.
Besides just bigger audiences, there’s a reason Phoenix and Daft Punk sing in English.
“I can’t keep referring to basketball players as Khloe Kardashian’s husband and his friends.”
A recent study published in the Journal of Consumer Psychology found that taking photos of your food before eating makes your meal taste worse.
About a decade later, scientists still didn’t know better and went searching for a “nostalgia bone,” thinking they could identify a physical cause for the sentimental feelings of days past. During the two World Wars, “nostalgia” remained a common medical diagnosis among wayward soldiers who tried to abandon the front.
“You could always go to law school!”