Some of my earliest memories are tied to books. I don’t remember specific titles from kindergarten, but I remember the feeling. Sitting still while my mind went somewhere else. Even then, reading felt less like a hobby and more like a doorway. I didn’t know how to explain it, only that words could carry weight far beyond the page. As I grew older, I didn’t gravitate toward easy or comforting books. I was drawn to writers like Fyodor Dostoevsky. His work doesn’t offer neat lessons or optimism wrapped in clean sentences. It deals with doubt, guilt, faith, cruelty, compassion, and the contradictions inside people. Reading him forced me to slow down and sit with discomfort. It taught me that understanding people is harder than judging them, and far more important. Reading wasn’t the only thing that shaped how I pay attention to the world. I’ve loved football since I was seven years old, and I’ve supported Manchester United for as long as I can remember. The beginning was almost stupidly si...
Severance is not just a story about work-life balance. It is a story about what happens when comfort becomes confinement. The show feels like a perfectly maintained walled garden. Inside, everything is controlled, clean, and strangely peaceful. You are protected from the chaos outside. But the wall is taller than you think. By the time you notice it, you are already enclosed. The severance procedure splits one body into two conscious agents: the “innie” who exists only at work, and the “outie” who lives in the outside world. They share flesh, but not memory. They occupy the same life, but not the same reality. At first, the idea seems practical. Separate pain from productivity. Isolate trauma. Create efficiency. But over time, the original purpose shifts. The goalposts move quietly. What was meant to create balance begins to create obedience. The most disturbing part is not the office, or the strange rituals, or even Lumon itself. It is the fragmentation of identity. The in...