Everything is a story.
Money is a story. The clothes you wear: a story. Your relationship with your neighbor or another religion? Story. Whether you were on time today, whether you will be able to get out of bed tomorrow…Story, story, story.
Money is a story. The clothes you wear: a story. Your relationship with your neighbor or another religion? Story. Whether you were on time today, whether you will be able to get out of bed tomorrow…Story, story, story.
Three years in, and so many iterations into this journey, I’m really struck by what it means to have a longterm, evolving relationship with a project. This is a new thing for me…to have an old thing. I truly have not had a lot of stability in my life.
Suddenly I heard a crash so loud it stopped me, cold. There are certain sensations we hold in our bodies as preemptive planning. What will I do if somebody breaks in? If a tree falls on my home? Could I jump out this window? Will a neighbor answer my call?
academic friends are completely demoralized by the fact that they can no longer trust that a single assignment from any of their students isn’t written by a robot. My creative sector friends are watching as contracts get canceled because decades of expert learning and deep skill-bases get replaced by AI-driven images.
There are some pairings in this life that just don’t make sense. Even Bailey’s son, Max, said to me one day, “I just don’t get you two. I do not understand this relationship.” I’m not sure I could have described it until now.
there are a lot of stories of scarcity going around right now. When I hear the word, scarcity, it always makes me think of its sister word, scary.