Month: October 2018

Kings, philosophers and ladies, priests or beasts… they all shit – The philosophy of: Michel De MontaigneKings, philosophers and ladies, priests or beasts… they all shit – The philosophy of: Michel De Montaigne

Whether celebrity or idol, priest or beast, whether an unrequited love or the one we envy, they all shit. Montaigne‘s blithe yet remarkably astute remark highlights for us the fact that

Friday Flips [pt.2] – Everything Changes by SojaFriday Flips [pt.2] – Everything Changes by Soja

What are the songs that make you instantly feel relaxed and chilled as fuck? The songs that after a week of work you put on and instantly feel like you

Friday Flips [pt.1] – KokomoFriday Flips [pt.1] – Kokomo

What are the songs that make you instantly feel relaxed and chilled as fuck? The songs that after a week of work you put on and instantly feel like you

Fuck it.Fuck it.

Sometimes, despite the absurdity of life, despite the risk, despite whether you’ve made the same mistake before (but maybe it made you who you are), we just have to say

From beast to priest, everyone poops – The philosophy of: The Caganer (and Carles Puidgemont)From beast to priest, everyone poops – The philosophy of: The Caganer (and Carles Puidgemont)

Everyone, absolutely everyone, does that. From Alexander the great’s mule driver, all the way up to Alexander himself. As exiled former president of Catalunya, Carles Puidgment put so blithely, the caganer

Do you know what you’re actually feeling? It’s not about what it is, it is why.Do you know what you’re actually feeling? It’s not about what it is, it is why.

Tagging the way you feel as ‘anxious’, ‘afraid’, ‘worried’ or ‘upset’ for example may do little or nothing in the pursuit of actually determining how we feel. The words have

What’s up with the feeling of Sunday evening? (& The philosophy of: Henry David Thoreau)What’s up with the feeling of Sunday evening? (& The philosophy of: Henry David Thoreau)

Thoreau had an idea… and that was that every year, in each of all its seasons, mimics the seasons of our own lives… Autumn is the dawn or our lives,