It seems we’ve been on a one-way mission to remove any mystery from our lives.

I’d also be annoyed about semi-trimmed hedges, half built cubby houses and unfinished fences.

How is it that safeguarding a metal box outranks safeguarding our bodies and minds (AKA the thing that operates the metal box)?

Don’t waste your time asking for a small discount in light of that unfortunate stain…

Do you and I just have faces that scream ‘tell me your ideas because we’ll probably agree’? Or is it actually everybody else who’s seemingly lost the plot?

Is it simply the wholesome vibes, complete with faint wafts of manure coaxing us to spend?

The iconic ‘N’ started showing up everywhere; from backyard family get-togethers at midday, to the hottest night spots after midnight.

Let me guess… the redeye back from Bali has got you feeling more exhausted than before you left?

Because they are Charlie, at least according to Insta.

The question is, was it really THAT bad, or is there something bigger at play?

What is it about the beach that makes us abandon our sensibilities (and deep-seeded trust issues)?

I take it Marcus, that you’re not a gambling man.

Whether you’ve been scouring the shelves for a new book or scrolling through podcast recommendation lists looking for a fix, it’s hard to escape the self-help avalanche.

In reality, we’re doomed before we even begin.

Just to end up wear the same damn linen shorts, day in and day out.

If our dear cave ancestors could see us now, they’d wonder how it all went so wrong!

I truly believe that that one guy with the bad tattoos and the woman with the weird smile are made for one another.

A book? Me? I really wasn't going to bring it up, but since you've asked, let me explain.

If there’s one thing we love, it’s an incoming apocalypse.If I was writing this email in 1436, it’d be all about the printing press.