The Age of Narcissus

This is not another predictable analysis on economic policy shifts or political legacies. It is a study in consequences, intended, unintended, and quietly unfolding. It is an invitation to hold opposing thoughts in the same hand without seeking quick resolution. This work follows the scent of economic aftershocks, ideological residue, and institutional recalibrations. It tracks the silhouettes that linger after the spotlight moves on.

​

Some essays will read like essays. Others will feel like field notes. A few will sound like the author had too much coffee and too little sleep. That is intentional. Curiosity doesn’t follow a linear path, and neither should this project. It wanders deliberately. It doubles back. It loops when necessary. Here you’ll find economic critique brushing against psychological patterns, financial metrics wrestling with moral philosophy, and the occasional paragraph that pretends to be about markets but is really about human nature.

 

There is structure, yes, but it breathes. Some chapters are sharp-edged and spare. Others linger in metaphor, only to retreat suddenly to fact. The style shifts, sometimes mid-page. This is not a flaw. It is a rhythm. The mind does not always move in straight lines, and good thinking should not be constrained by formatting preferences.

 

The purpose is not persuasion. It is exposure to ideas, to frameworks, to unfamiliar parallels. One page may explore central bank signaling. The next might invoke Renaissance thinkers, though not by name. A third might quietly dismantle the notion of historical inevitability. And then you’ll stumble upon a passage that seems to have wandered in from a different manuscript altogether. That’s fine. Leave it there.

 

Let it confuse you.

 

If the project succeeds, it won’t be because you agreed with every line. It will be because you asked yourself better questions afterward. If it fails, it will be because you expected certainty where there was only inquiry.

​

Turn the page. Hold the thread loosely. Let it lead you where it will.