As I write this, I am seeing four dimensions. It’s pretty crazy.
I’m not even on drugs, unless you count Kinder Bueno.
I suppose it is, thinking about it — but that’s not what I mean here.
Have you ever wondered why travel is so popular right now?
‘Taking a break’ is part of it, but I think the reason is more core than that.
Escapism is symptomatic of a lust for something very specific.
The fourth dimension.
Let me explain.
Here’s the situation:
Information overload. Stimulation overdose. Less time than ever before. News on tap. Faster lives. Work hard. Grind. 10X.
It’s a good thing then, that our brains are fantastic for recording, storing, compartmentalising, labelling and categorising.
Reality contains a lot of data. We need our brains to tidy things up, and blank out the stuff we don’t need, to make it manageable.
It’s what makes us human. And it works.
The problem is, no one was given a user manual on how to use such a machine in its entirety. If there was one, we’d see the small-print footnote* that says:
