There are invisible playing fields. And sometimes un-understandable games happening in those playing fields.
You may feel dragged, by the field, by the games, by the players, and by your desire to belong to the mix right now.
morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
There are invisible playing fields. And sometimes un-understandable games happening in those playing fields.
You may feel dragged, by the field, by the games, by the players, and by your desire to belong to the mix right now.
I am searching for sports shoes. FB ad by a platform shows me shoes with a button ‘shop now’. I hit the button and I am asked to download the platform app. That’s what online shopping and advertising have been turned into. A mess.
Origins of individualistic-looking simultaneous but asynchronous dancing…
You may debate about the quality before you label any expression as an ‘aphorism’. I am happy calling some of my expressions as ‘aphoristic’. Done.
I might as well have titled this blog as INVENTORY OF DISSATISFACTIONS. Even good names emerge after so many iterations.
Hell, I just realized that the greatest way for me to get a sense of playing musical instruments emerges only after I shut my eyes.
Every inbox is overflowing with funny messages.
Why can’t I just unsubscribe from many groups and pages together?!
I can’t find a tailor who can help me with my trouseral experiments! Wow!
Flawchart, one of the most important and an invisible mapping that runs in my partner’s head.
Facebook doesn’t have an ‘all notifications off’ function.
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