If we can agree that most reviews have a shorter lifetime than the media they reference, then is there any benefit to taking the time to review something? I think so. We might ask what drives a person to write a review in the first place? Or maybe we should inquire what makes a reader seek out a review instead. What value does a review provide to its reader, and more pertinently, how might a review best serve its reader?

Between May and October 2017, The Global Challenges Foundation ran a competition requesting for proposals to improve the framework of global governance to meet the increasing stakes of the 21st century. I was happy to take part in this competition with a diverse and global team, submitting an idea which we call “ComplexCity”. I would like to share the executive summary of the idea with the Internet community, humbly requesting your consideration, feedback and suggestions.

Here is one application for the blockchain, that is not about reimagining financial instruments. Rather, I would like to solve the problem of queues. Yes queues. Like when you queue up to buy tickets for the cinema, or fast food, or to see the doctor. I believe solving this would fix one of the fundamental traits of capitalism…

The news of Donald Trump's presidency has been so singularly distressing that I absolutely had to take time out to come to terms with it, make sense of it for myself, integrate it into my understanding of the world as it is (and not as I would like it to be). This essay therefore is more for me than anyone else… trying to make sense of a miasma of thoughts.

I consider myself a perfectionist. At face value, that is something to be proud of — to take pride in your work. But there are always hidden implications, and honestly these are extremely fatiguing. I needed a cure for all the second-guessing. And then I found not one, but three.

I chase a leaf blowing in the wind, a stray page from the land of lost endings. It sings an alto melancholy, of melodies that will never come into being.

One tale in particular beckons to me, with the easy charm of an old friend. It promises a timeless story, the only ending with no end.