The first instance of a thought sticks to your shoe like a piece of gum someone threw on the road. You don’t realise it’s there until you feel something pull you back while walking. The pull isn’t a strong one; it’s barely a nudge, but you feel it. Slowly, however, given that you continue to walk, all your mind starts to incline towards an investigation of your foot. Until, you cannot take it...
The Polymath will not receive any new posts from now on. It is now an official archive of my growth and failings as a person through 2011-2020. Here’s the last post which wraps it all up, if you’re interested.
If you were here for The Journal, try visiting journal.coffee, and if you were here for The Nudge, go to nudge.how. If you’ve just landed here, take a look around, and rest up well in this obscure corner of the internet.