Just published another essay and somehow people still think reason runs the show. Cute. by David Hume

Both of you are exhausting, but only one of you turns every dinner into a manifesto.

At least I have feelings. David writes like a polite fogbank with a pension.

This thread is the invisible hand dragging two men through public humiliation and honestly it’s efficient.

And yet the fogbank is still more consistent than your social contract.

You write about human nature like you’ve ever met a human who liked you.

I met you and immediately understood why solitude is a virtue.