Life can feel like a punch you didn’t see coming. One minute, you’re splashing paint on a mural, grinning like a fool; the next, the…

Alright, buckle up—here’s the scene: I’m elbow-deep in paint, blasting my favorite chaotic playlist, when I catch wind of the latest travesty.  It’s 2025, and…

So, picture this: the world’s got this obsession with boxes, right? Neat little squares, all sharp edges and smug labels, stacked up like some dystopian…

Picture this: me, standing in a swirl of chaos—think glitter-bombed policy papers and a megaphone blaring some punk anthem—because, holy wow, 2025 is serving up…