Topic
highwayengineers
A collection of 9 issues
The Rabbits Don’t Dig Linear Holes / A nyulak nem egyenes üregeket ásnak
My brain very rarely works in a linear way. What this means is that I’m not at my most efficient when I sit down and work on the same task for hours. And the more I struggle to force myself into working that way, the more catastrophic the results
My Dear Mental Trash Bin / Az én drága mentális szemetesládám
I don’t want to turn this whatever-it-is into a TED Talk, or some big self-awareness/self-exploration/whatever blog. That was never the point.
Quite the opposite: I want it to become a mental trash bin where I can throw out all the garbage in my
The Superman of My Brain / Az agyam Supermanje
What saves me from a total system crash?
Headphones on my head, with music so loud that even the dogs don’t want to come near me anymore.
Yes. This is how I study. This is how I write. This is how I work. It helps me focus on what
My Application / Az a fránya jelentkezés
I submitted my application for the competition. This is also one of those procedures I would gladly outsource to someone else… Because if I have 100 units of cognitive capacity to spend on an application, this is how they get divided:
10 units: actually creating the work itself: world-building,
The Dark Side of the Rabbit Hole / A nyúlüreg sötét oldala
Okay. So now I am going to write something I have been thinking about for quite a while whether I should actually do it. Because I don’t really like putting my feelings on display.
I like showing the side of me that looks forward: keeps going, tries, stumbles, is
Different System, Different User Manual / Más rendszer, más használati utasítás
My entire life has been spent fighting with my own brain. I have an insanely large mental capacity, I can process huge amounts of information in a very short time, but if something doesn’t interest me or there isn’t at least a moderately terrifying deadline chasing me with
When Your Art Becomes Part of Your Mask / Amikor az alkotás is a maszkod részévé válik
Yes. Art can be a mask too. When you don't dare show what's actually going on inside your head, when you keep taming your thoughts until they're conformist enough that nobody will lynch you for them. And no, I'm not talking about
From Collecting Plants to Storytelling / A növénygyűjtéstől a történetmesélésig
(A magyar verzió lent)
Creating and storytelling have always been a part of my life. I always escaped into them when something hurt or seemed too dark to face. There are several worlds living inside my head, and they all seem to want to find their way out somehow.
This