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The man at the next table has been reading the same page for three days.

The “celebrity” talking to you every day—pop star or pundit—is just an industrially arranged digital icon, positioned to make you buy and to steer your attention. Capitalism keeps manufacturing these electronic images endlessly, to mobilize consumers.

The ice cubes are swimming in a coffee pool.

A lounge is the most public place to be private, and the most private place to be public.

When you get a lifetime’s worth of money, you no longer have to live within the social frame. Beyond it, what will you do? Build something to serve humanity? Or indulge in obscene lust and sadism? Money is terrifying. It exposes the true self you hid deep inside.

Read books, not TV. Walk outside, not overthink. Collect ideas, not news. Choose solitude over parties. Support others, not envy them. Act in the real world, not argue online. Life is the endless practice of replacing worse habits with better ones.

Tea tastes different in every cup. With every sip, you are different.

Once, being famous and being infamous were two different things. Today, infamy no longer exists. All that matters is how many people know. If it’s viewed, it’s justified.

You relax best when pretending not to relax.

Stillness is the master of motion.