Tell Me If I’m Boring You – 26th March 2026

I’ll shun all those well-worn tales	The chest puffed with certainty	A dusty, mirrored hall
Because I dread the stagnant mind	Polishing its trophies	Where only echoes call
And instead choose the fertile void	With questions not yet spoken	Where new and old roots can climb

This is an attempt to write a poem that can be read both across and down. The idea was inspired by the format of this poem by Sunra Rainz, while the words were written after an evening spent with a friend and her new, older boyfriend (maybe ten years older than me). I think you can guess my feelings about meeting them. Not a bad guy by any means but….

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

What Rules Your Ruling Reason?

There is no guide outside yourself
Though forces will make their plays
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
It’s you who your own will obeys.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? – Who watches the watchmen?