humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Garden of Honest Hearts
In the quiet town of Riverfield, there was a small patch of unused land near the old library. It had been empty for as long as anyone could remember—covered in dry soil, scattered stones, and wild weeds. Most people passed by it without paying attention, but to Amaan, it looked like a place waiting for a new beginning.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Humans
A Vacant House
The truth is, I’ve never felt African. Not an ethnicity, not a tribe, not even somebody else’s blood. Too much inside me was busy mapping the interiors of others—charting their thoughts, their feelings, experiences, and things they longed for in their lives. It couldn’t be helped. I was a curious child, and I desired to both know and be known as deeply as I sought my own self-discovery.
By Candy Kemunto2 months ago in Humans
Here There Be Monsters. Content Warning.
Here There Be Monsters I never saw the world through rose-colored glasses. It’s just not my nature. Pick any classic pick-me-up phrase: the glass is half full, every cloud has a silver lining, when God closes a door He opens a window. I grew up hearing them ricochet off kitchen walls and church hallways, tossed out by people who needed the sound of hope more than the truth of it. They spoke those words like prayers. Or maybe like armor. Maybe like a way to cover the trembling flesh underneath.
By Lindsay Coon2 months ago in Humans
Into Thin Air
For being a small, timid child, I never backed down from a challenge. Ride my tricycle down the forty-five degree slope of the street we lived on? Two missing teeth, skinned knees for days and a spanking later ( in that famous Sponge Bob French accent)? Challenge accepted.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Humans
Map, Demap and Reroute
Somehow I became known as a psychogeographer. I didn’t even know what psychogeography was never mind that I was a practitioner of it. Of course I had to look it up. I found out that it was to do with the Situationist International, Guy Debord and the rest but that actually apart from the naming it had probably been going on for many many years before the term was formalised by the situationists.
By Paul Conneally2 months ago in Humans
Good Faith in a Bad-Faith World
The Collapse Of Civil Discourse Everywhere you look, conversation is breaking down. Words that once served as bridges are now weapons. People no longer speak to understand; they speak to win. To admit uncertainty is to invite ridicule. To ask a question is to be branded as weak or ignorant.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast2 months ago in Humans
The Map of All the Conversations I Never Had
I have always been the kind of person who remembers the shape of things. The outline of a face. The tilt in a voice. A doorway someone leaned against years ago. But the things I remember most clearly aren’t objects or rooms or even the people themselves. They’re the moments where I almost spoke and didn’t.
By Aspen Noble2 months ago in Humans
