There is no other home, USSR, 1986

Artisanal reality emerges both as a survival tactic and as a status play. A way for public figures and brands to maintain their authority by narrating their distortions, curating their flaws, and staging believability. It is a form of authorship.

Sometimes the falling apart is the pattern. Sometimes the chaos isn’t chaos at all — but a system reorganizing itself. Quietly. Recursively. On a scale we don’t notice until after the fact.

The gap is what makes us stretch. It’s the space where we learn. Every project that falls short of your expectations isn’t a failure so much as a stepping stone, training your abilities to inch closer to your vision.

We are still the only species cursed with visions of what could be. But perhaps that's humanity's most beautiful accident. To be haunted by possibilities we cannot yet reach, to be driven by dreams that exceed our current grasp.

The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.

Banality of Evil, Hannah Arendt, 1963

When technical execution becomes trivially easy, when anyone can spin up a startup, design a fashion line, or produce a film, the scarce resource becomes knowing what's worth doing in the first place.