Understanding the world today is increasingly difficult due to the overwhelming amount of data that must be processed. While staying informed is important, analyzing every dataset across multiple disciplines is practically impossible. The sheer volume, specialization, and time constraints make it difficult for individuals to adequately study all relevant data. Continue Reading
Styles and Authors: A Guide to Narrative Voices
Every writer has a unique voice, shaped by their perspective, experiences, and stylistic choices. Over time, literature has given rise to distinct narrative styles, each suited to different kinds of storytelling. Whether an author crafts fast-paced action, deeply immersive prose, or psychological introspection, their narrative voice defines how their story Continue Reading
A Day with Phil the Schizophrenic
I shot up like a malfunctioning vibrator had detonated in my rectum—pure, uncut panic sending me into orbit. Late again. Christ, my brain felt like a damp sponge in a urinal. I yanked the blanket over the flamingo like a fevered mortician, tucking it in tight—too tight—like a man who’d Continue Reading
Grain Over Gold: Could Rome Have Sustained a Wheat-Based Economy?
In the bustling heart of the Roman Empire, commerce and labor revolved around coins—small discs of silver, gold, and bronze that dictated the rhythm of daily life. A laborer in the streets of Rome or the far reaches of the empire might expect to be paid a few sestertii for Continue Reading
Watching Flamingo
I stumbled through the front door, still rattled from whatever ungodly odyssey I had just endured. My skull felt hollowed out, like someone had taken an ice cream scoop to my frontal lobe and replaced it with static. The night had been long, too long, and I had no memory Continue Reading
Ugly Truths and Cheap Lies
Ah, yes. The goddamn television. Flickering, screaming, spewing out bile like a coked-up demon in a polyester suit. And here I am, barely holding onto reality, half a bottle of Wild Turkey down, nostrils raw and burning like the devil’s own furnace. The screen flickers. Two women. Talking heads on Continue Reading
Whiskey & Wires
The Capitol was a meat grinder, a soulless machine that swallowed men whole and spat out whatever was left in the shape of a press release. I was drunk—dangerously drunk—on whiskey, bad Eastern European speed, and what I hoped was mescaline but might’ve been rat poison from a back alley Continue Reading
Hangover in the Briefing Room
The fluorescent lights in the press briefing room are knives in my skull. My stomach is a rotting fruit pit, twisted and acidic, trying to claw its way out through my throat. I grip the edge of my seat and force my focus forward.Caroline is up there, gliding through the Continue Reading
THE GOLDEN AGE AND THE END OF ME
I am trapped inside my own skull. Everything is too loud. The walls are too bright. My heart is too fast. Trump is speaking, and I am locked in my chair, staring at the podium like a man about to be executed. “Six weeks ago, I stood beneath the Dome Continue Reading
The Great American Grease Fire
Trump took the podium like a bloated circus barker, riding high on the fumes of his own bombast, delivering a 100-minute ramble that stretched the limits of human endurance. A record-breaker, they said—the longest presidential address in history. By the end, the walls seemed to sag, and the audience had Continue Reading