I almost joined a cult once. Not the robe-wearing, moon-worshipping kind. A softer one. More… socially acceptable. The kind that gathers quietly around the belief that truth should always be softened to protect people. It sounded noble. Empathetic. “Don’t say the hard thing—it’ll hurt them.” “Better to leave as the villain—at least then they can […]
The Day I Asked: What Even Is Good?
Marc here. This morning, I woke up stoned—not on anything external, but on thought. The kind that spins you inward. The kind that forces you to ask: Why do I even think good is good? Why do I call bad… bad? Who told me that? And when did I start believing them? I sat with […]