Why My 17 December Birthday Belongs To A Magic Number
Seventeen feels electric. As I write this from Tirana, the wheels of my chair nudging the cool tiles, the room…
Editorial
Bondi, Online Hate, And The Lies We Tell Ourselves
The numbers were not a surprise. I read about Bondi with the hiss of my radiator in Tirana in the…
Bernini, Meloni And The Contempt For Students
This isn’t how a minister talks. I realised it the moment I heard the clip from Atreju crackle through my…
Pandemic Security, Power And Memory
The sirens didn’t stop. I still hear them when I think of March 2020 in Rimini—the thin, rising howl bouncing…
Italian Cuisine, UNESCO, And The Joy Of Sharing
History simmered on my stove that morning. I was in my small flat in Tirana, the window fogged from boiling…
Why FreeAstroScience Is Dropping X Premium+: A Stand for Values
Some decisions keep you awake at night. Welcome to FreeAstroScience.com, where we usually look up at the stars to find…
Progress Is A Lie Without Us: A View From My Chair
The view from down here is actually quite clear. I am writing this while the faint hum of my laptop…
Is Your Mind Ready for the Future? Mastering AI Fluency & Uncertainty
Have you ever felt like the ground is shifting under your feet because technology moves faster than you can think?…
When Science Gets Knocked Down: A View From My Wheelchair
Science is under attack. I’m writing this from my flat in Tirana, where the November air carries the scent of…
Nothing Alive Is Alien to Me: Empedocles on Moral Kinship
Here’s something that keeps me up at night. I’m sitting in my apartment in Tirana, looking out at the plane…