An atlas of fallacies

"Up on a hill, is where we begin / This little story, a long time ago..." — a short lyric essay

An atlas of fallacies
  1. Happy new year, resolutions are out of fashion and the calendar is as timeless as my social media feed. It’s been Valentine’s since December.
  2. A spell of nostalgia summons the ghosts of 2016. Euphoric dance music plays as the military chariot whips us forward into the future we must fix with innovation and spreadsheets. Optimize and upskill then baby, turn the lights off!
  3. Grow up! But also, how dare you age? There’s preventative botox for that now, you know. It’s great for your self-esteem and mental health, so long as you don’t ask why they were bad to begin with. We had absolutely nothing to do with it.
  4. Get off your phone but don’t you dare be uninformed. Didn’t you hear, we don’t shop there anymore.
  5. Don’t work hard, work smart. Better yet, don’t work at all. Get AI or underpaid, vulnerable, or offshore workers to do it for you. Empire won’t build itself so hold onto those bootstraps and enjoy the ride.
  6. To get to the truth, one must blow it up and submit a papier-mâché. First one to the mic wins the game.
  7. Get off your phone but kindly scan the QR code to view the menu and leave us a review, it helps a lot.
  8. The difference between chocolate and cocoa beans is a matter of global manufacturing.
  9. We have conquered faith with science years ago, very sensible, yes, we can always buy watches and liquor and incense when there is an emptiness.
  10. Sunlight causes skin cancer and aging so here is a coupon for a red light spa session, my favorite vitamin D supplements, and melatonin gummies for when you’re having trouble sleeping.
  11. Get off your phone we’re all human and unique, we’re all the same people and we have nothing in common anymore.
  12. Free to dream, free to fail, free to be my own master and slave.
  13. When was the last time you heard yourself scream? The inside of my skull is fucking rattling. I am doing well, though, truly, I think. Thanks for asking.
Byung-Chul Han
T. S. Eliot