I don’t like living in the city. I don’t like rising before the sun to a chorus of sirens. I don’t like looking out with ancient eyes that expect sweeping plains and sparkling rivers and the green shade of towering forests only to see an unnatural collage of grey-brown rectangles instead. I don’t like searching for lukewarm fragments of human interaction to stave off the loneliness that advances nonetheless like an eternal rising tide in that accursed sea of cubes.
hey I read all your substack, i just graduated and like cry daily and go on linkedin. i have a cs degree. i dont know what to do cuz you pointed out the value of routine but it seems to be diametrically opposed to the ability to explore. i just want my time to be mine and idk what to do. what are your suggestions please
hey I read all your substack, i just graduated and like cry daily and go on linkedin. i have a cs degree. i dont know what to do cuz you pointed out the value of routine but it seems to be diametrically opposed to the ability to explore. i just want my time to be mine and idk what to do. what are your suggestions please
Damnnnn. Beautiful metaphors.
the writing and the picture are so beautiful, I feel the resonance
Such a good title, such an engaging post. Why wouldn't I read it?