Iosquinus

There is something deeply haunting about this image. It is the final form of leftism. Every detail stripped, every nuance destroyed, every 'offense' ironed out. The censorship is total, the process complete. Nothing can be talked about as it is, instead it must be abstracted a million degrees from the truth to satisfy the endless hunger to erase a reality that refuses to conform to ideology. Ironically, it is a meme unto itself. The perfect reply to Woes law. Not only can they not understand reality, they cannot even depict it with any accuracy, lest someone be offended.

I have been mistaken for: Estonian Dutch Hungarian Icelandic German

The Norwegian parliament doing the Norwegian World Cup chant! Nothing unites a country quite like football and sports! Wonderful! Go Norway! 🇳🇴

So here’s something that just hit me hard, and that too very pleasantly. In Norway, getting groceries means driving to the “buttik” - sometimes in -10°C weather - just to grab 1 litre of milk. That’s normal life in one of the most “advanced” countries in the world. Last night I landed back in India. Today I opened Zepto and Blinkit, linked my Amazon Pay, and ordered mangoes, shower gel, sanitiser, toothpaste, vegetables, fruits, milk, and a bunch of other essentials - 12 items in total. I tried this on both apps delivered everything to my apartment in less than 9 minutes. 😊 12 items. Under 9 minutes. To my door. I sat there and just laughed, honestly. Because we Indians complain about India all the time - the traffic, the chaos, the noise. But we don’t realize what we already have until we leave and come back. No one in the “developed” world has this. Not Norway, not anywhere I’ve been. This kind of convenience, this kind of hustle, this kind of “I want it now and I’ll have it now" - that’s India. 🙌 So to every Indian who keeps comparing us down - go drive in the snow for milk first. Then tell me we don’t have it good. 🇮🇳🧡

It's interesting to me that one of Wagner's most enduring legacies in the popular imagination is the Gesamtkunstwerk, an ideal that he himself disavowed when, under the influence of Schopenhauer, he (rightly) recognized music as the supreme artform once more.