Fiction
Tom Morello: The Revolutionary Guitar Legend Shaping Modern Rock Music
Who Is Tom Morello? Born Thomas Baptist Morello on May 30, 1964, in Harlem, New York, Tom Morello grew up in Illinois before moving to Los Angeles to pursue music. He studied political science at Harvard University, a background that would later deeply influence his songwriting and activism.
By youssef mohammeda day ago in Art
Actor Andreas Szakacs on AI Cinema as Szakacs Films Prepares Echoes of Tomorrow for May 2026
Szakacs Films is stepping further onto the international stage with the announcement of several new global projects, led by the upcoming feature film Echoes of Tomorrow, currently targeting a May 2026 release. The announcement reflects a broader creative shift for the company, signaling a deliberate move toward future-focused storytelling that engages with emerging technologies and contemporary cultural questions.
By Andreas Szakacs2 days ago in Art
Essence, Embodiment, and Relational Reality
The Failure of Reduction and the Need for Synthesis There is a persistent failure in many modern attempts to explain what a human being is. Some frameworks reduce the person entirely to matter, insisting that identity, consciousness, morality, and meaning are nothing more than emergent properties of physical processes. Other frameworks move in the opposite direction, detaching spirit from reason and grounding belief in intuition alone, often at the cost of coherence or accountability. Both approaches fail because both misunderstand essence. One denies that essence exists at all. The other treats it as something vague and undefinable.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast7 days ago in Art
Every Brushstroke Was a Wish
In the small, quiet town of Avelar, there was a woman named Lena who painted with the kind of passion that only the truly lost could understand. Her cottage was perched at the edge of a vast forest, the kind of place where the whispers of the trees seemed to reach through the windowpanes, mingling with the rhythm of her brush against canvas. People in the town would pass by and sometimes glance at the paintings displayed in her window. But few, if any, understood the soul of her work.
By Jhon smith15 days ago in Art
The River and the Drops
High in the mountains, where no one watched and no one applauded, tiny drops of water slipped from melting snow. Each drop was small, almost invisible, and carried a quiet fear within itself. They began their journey without knowing where they were going, only knowing that they were moving away from where they began.
By Sudais Zakwan20 days ago in Art
