It’s a culture war alright, and it's just the beginning.
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by naveen srivatsav
by naveen srivatsav
Not a proper beginning-middle-end essay, but a compilation of thoughts on the topic of overpopulation as a diagnosis for climate change.
A poem inspired by meditating on asemic art, which is “a wordless open semantic style of writing which often appears as abstract or illegible writing.”
what will the collapse look like?
will the ground finally give way
and devour us in its cosmic maw?
Wrote a quick poem to congratulate a friend for successfully defending his PhD thesis.
Why do they say you fall in love?
As if you just happen to stumble into a void, no doubt lured to the edge by some trick of the light that catches your eye, or so it seems at least.
Democracy is as the joke goes, the least worst option. I'm cynical not because democracy is inherently flawed but because it represents a kind of cognitive outsourcing of long-term large-scale planning to the hands of the many. There is serious work required for a citizen to have an opinion, and honestly we are *not* seeing that at this moment.
The wisdom of the dictum “you cannot manage what you cannot measure” holds true. Thus the PATH methology is recommended as a systematic method to design, test, measure, learn and scale working solutions in an evidence-based manner.
Today's train of thought is the idea that "sending a message" is perhaps the simplest identifier/definition of a meme. A meme is anything that is involved in sending a message - carrier, payload, by-product, catalyst, parasite, medium, agent...
A short meditation on the relentless advance of time, made visceral in the form of the clock.
I thought it was fairly well-accepted that all models are wrong, some can be useful. Conceptually we should indeed be comfortable with the notion that there are inextricable interconnections and unknown unknowns and if that weren’t enough, the dynamics of how other agents will respond within the system over time. The trouble comes the moment you start to build something, anything.
I’m going to say this here because I don’t know where else to say it. I think we and our society are animated by our questions, but that is both our gift and curse. Where are our questions leading us, and what questions might we ask to get to where we want to be?
Ode to one of Nietzsche’s most sublime articulations - the notion of amor fati.
Yet another short poem on the age-old pitfalls of samsara. Meant more as a note to self than anyone else.
My review for RYSE in one sentence: come for the spectacle on the surface, stay a while to reveal the fable within. And what a strange surprising fable it is - a tale illustrating the necessity of systems thinking. How? Read on and find out.
A poem inspired by the endless horror of reading day after day the effects of man’s actions on Earth in the Anthropocene.
I recently watched a documentary called “Won’t You Be My Neighbour?”, whose subject is a certain Fred Rogers. What was surprising to me as a long-time fan of the man even though I’ve never seen the original programme myself, was the depth of the subject matter discussed in each episode and the philosophy that underpinned the core message. I’d like to explore these quietly radical aspects in this essay.
Atlanta is a TV series which eschews the steady pace of a narrative arc for irreverent non sequitur explorations of various themes within the thematic context of being black in America. Everything about Atlanta from the characters, locations, narratives and dialogues are not designed to entertain but rather to let you, the viewer, enter into its empty negative spaces. And that’s where you meet its unnamed uncredited main character…