Suddenly, you noticed someone looking back. Now you fantasize that you have been overlooked.
Like individual wills, the genuine ones are divided against themselves.
Discourse on the origin of homo economicus.
Arthur C. Clarke’s 2001 is a cinematic novel from a cinematic novelist.
What you say can change where you say it.
Every fact depends upon an almost infinite set of counterfactuals.
I’m not working on anything right now. I’m having a conversation.
You hate them even more, though, when you see yourself in them and your own belief in them.
A realist aesthetic would have ruined this enjoyable film.
What you call meritocracy selects for mediocrity.