Daniel Kolitz's posts

When you’re a journalist or club promoter or financier, fraud is always a gamble—you might be publicly disgraced and…

People say other people’s dreams are boring, but what if the problem is technology? As a sense-conveying device,…

I am going to answer this one right here in the intro: no, you can’t. In 2020, it is hard to just to go to the…

Perhaps there is a world, in a distant galaxy, where I am being paid $6,000 a word to write this introduction. In…

There is technically no law against doing nothing while millions suffer and hundreds of thousands die from a disease…

Today, when you see an eerie child lift a toy with its mind in some hackneyed ‘80s-horror homage, you can be…

What’s worse: a future in which the robots turn against us or a future filled with robot stand-up comedians? Regular…

These are, absolutely, very bleak times, but in a sense we should cherish them: we’re living through maybe the last…

Show me someone who looks cool in a VR headset, and I’ll show you a dork with no aesthetic sense. Largely, this has…

Mark Zuckerberg fucking loves Facebook. He thinks it’s great. Were someone to tell him it sucked—using phrases like…

It is the rare person who—logging off after a long day’s scrolling—thinks, “I need much more of that in my life.”…

Subconsciously, on some level, we’re all waiting for it: the leak that wrecks society and confirms what we all know…

How many sentences, since March, have started with the words “when all this is over”? Billions, probably, but fewer…

For the most part, fictional characters rarely recognize when they’re trapped in a dystopia. Watching their…

Picture bogs swarming with plant-life, oceans teeming with life, dinosaurs roaming the Earth. Picture those plants…

There are some things that belong in a computer. Wires, chips, whirring mechanical doodads—what most of us would…

Thousands are currently engaged in solving the problem of death. Maybe they’ll succeed, and out of sheer boredom…

Remember offices? Assuming that you do, and that you at some point worked in one, you’ve likely spent at least some…

The year is 1997. You’re wearing whatever people wore back then—some kind of jean jacket, I’m guessing—and talking…

Let’s say you’re a zombie. You’re lumbering around, doing your zombie-mumble, and just ten feet ahead you see a…