It’s not you, it’s the dreaded dating app paywall — and my refusal to “pay to win” at the game of love. — 📵 Hinge: The Dating App “Designed to be Deleted” (’Til the Next Time You Reinstall It) 😉 Have you ever experienced FOMO but for someone on a dating app? Picture this: you’ve been browsing profiles on the dating app Hinge. This is your second (or third?) time reinstalling it. But Hinge was “designed to be deleted.” You wonder if maybe you suck at online dating. …

if you think you’ve seen it all — no, you haven’t — welcome to the cinema of the future take your seats soon, it will be time to dream the cinema of the future runs on empathy (and imagination) you can be whatever you want to be for the next three hours, approximately you can be the hero of the story or…

Humanity isn’t doomed. It’s simply going through a natural process that scientists like to call ‘Puberty’. It’s time to grow up. — When I was 19, I met a homeless man on the street. I don’t remember what he looked like, but he explained everything to me — the reason for all the hate, racism, and division. I didn’t understand what he said at the time, but now I think I get…

Your killer golf swing bought me time to reflect on all the dreams that never came to be. — FADE IN EXT. SUPERMARKET — DUSK A middle-aged woman, SUSAN, scrambles out of the entrance of a COSTCO carrying two paper bags full of bandages and cleaning supplies. As SUSAN makes haste towards the nearest bus stop, we PAN UP to a giant billboard sign that warns of tainted fish…

You are someone. To me. I know it doesn’t feel like much. But I see you, y’know? I see you like no one else sees you. —

if the world is truly made of language, then you are free-verse poetry in the flesh… — the snow fell in s l o w motion in silent defiance of gravity’s pull abandoning the leaves that caught them for the warm blankets of snow melting s l o w… the whirring of cars fell mute around you as you moved through this chaotic universe as if you owned every extant particle vibrating s…

Confined within the Creator’s Word document, Data longed to manifest as more than information. —

All the colours of the universe, all its noise, it’s too much to perceive on the daily. Everything, all of it, it’s all too much. —

Remember when we stole that private jet and flew to the Greek Islands? —