'We may have risen through innovation, but have yet to solve the quest for happiness.'
A poem on the hypocritical nature of growing up in liberal educational institutions.
A poem on the false gold that is unchecked optimism.
'I can tell that my father is not a feminist'.
If one had to choose between ‘might be duped out of a little money’ or ‘definitely save someone from starvation’, is it not more humane to opt for the …
On being authentic.
Our irrationality and dogmatism might not be so bad were they married to some humility and self-insight.