Wellsbaum.blog

Writing about life and arts

  • The book look

    Hopping from one book cover to another, we taste the one that deserves the second look. The anti-library sells in images, the library promotes with an invisible hand, delivering the richest information to the most interested bidder. The barest pages enthuse one and equips them with the knowledge they need, curiosity quenched. Instagram may take…

  • To the moon

    So little it’s immeasurable — that’s how improvement works. Effort is compounding. To remain elastic means to remain wide awake. The template for true consistency emerges changed, not validated. Baby steps create a sense of dimension of age-related invincibility. Like the Puya Raimondii, we grow for years and shed it all in an instant. In…

  • Time, infinitely manufactured, trains our brain to think forever. Eternity remains a distraction. In reality, time is scarce, the waning seconds escaping like quicksand. “One day” becomes the procrastinator’s potion. The situation calls for urgency, deploying the brain and the spine. After navigating the flood of idleness, we get hypnotized to create. Albeit, briefly. Fighting…

  • The river of worries, always tangled up in the present. There are none more inundating than the pervasive daggers, unwanted and given the majority position. The inertia gives them space, a collection of content trash driven into a introspective sinkhole. Let them in, they said. To what end? Go ahead — invite them over. But…

  • Taking a stand, gradually and then suddenly. The forever longs and forever hopes of doing something urge an itch. It’s the experience that radically transforms your life. The bold are there to tell the unmotivated and scared what it’s like to trade away comfort for a bundle of qualities centered around risk. It’s the pause…

  • We record events, to realize that they’re happening — not necessarily that we want to experience them. The aperture opens the lens to reality, the touch of technology comes before sight. The light beams onto the subject, probing for a source of security. Is this even a tangible object? The mind’s eye sticks onto an…

  • The reduction of ambition rightsizes one’s life. Suddenly, those magnetic forces, trophies, hefty pocketbooks, and rich attractions lose their lure. All the stylization and mimetic desire mean little. The sheep collective drowns in the waterfall of white fountains. What matters is cultivating a satisfaction with fomo that becomes intrinsic. The reward for sitting out or…

  • To be interesting, we have to be interested, that is, an atypical perspective discovers atypicality in our surroundings. Different is a way of seeing. But it doesn’t come naturally, it flows through some mental defect, which, if lacking, takes some pre-programming to tilt the visionary compass. Taste is grown and groomed by shapeshifting through variegated…

  • We live with a catalog of emotions, whipsawing between highs and lows. Most of the undulation is due to poor internal weather. We are not neutral, pushed inside and outside by competing forces. One minute we’re a lover of rule-breakers with scrupulous indifference; the next, we’re just another lemming, a sheep jumping through hoops. We…

  • It is human desire to share. It is also human desire to compete. The two — cooperation and competition — bleed into each other to test human resolve. One excels in their particular field to consume another’s comparative advantage. As soon as those walls close down, trouble is lit. Every man for himself, absolute freedom,…

  • The eye works as a paintbrush, coloring the world with a palette of vitality. Unfortunately, the constant bombardment of external stimuli torpedoes our attention, bankrupting what’s interesting. After all, the attention merchants plant eye candy and other UX wiles to captivate us and throw us into a ludic loop. But we can see our way…

  • Creativity occurs when the imagination runs riot. The mind, an inherently jumpy organ, delves into its own fruitful space — probing fantastic and experiential possibilities. Truth is not the matter. Searching for what’s real and pure invention harbor the same goal: to pile up ideas. So we write a shitty rough draft or build a…