Essays

Getting yelled at in museums, or: How I discovered my love for art

“While I kneeled inside Tracy Emin’s tent installation on all fours thinking that this was the most romantic tribute to past lovers one could possibly imagine, I suddenly felt a grip on the waistband of my jeans and a moment later I found myself dragged out of the tent by the seat of my pants.”

Thoughts on an abandoned East German Hometown

Remembering a place that struggled deeply after the Wall fell. When the promises of reunification turned into curses as the industry was dismantled and the people’s hopes crumbled. Crumbled like the smokestacks of the chemical plants that were adjusted for size.

The people, the planet, and capitalism walk into a bar

Imagining what potential for human flourishing could be unleashed if we started structuring our societies with the guiding question: “What would need to exist to allow us to support each other in our needs and our hopes?”