Rooms

Let’s nurture our inner beings again, give them rest, replenishment, and a gentle detachment from our dependence on tech, social media, AI, and the endless stream of stimulation that has numbed our creativity. Our nervous systems have been in survival mode so long that exhaustion has become a baseline.

We need spaces that reconnect us to hope, imagination, and human-made art: real creative projects crafted with intention and imperfection. Somewhere along the way, we drifted far from all of that.

Do we actually seek uplifting content, or are we more captivated by carnage, chaos, and sensationalism? We claim to crave positivity, yet it’s the destruction, the wreckage, the political debauchery that keeps pulling us back. Anyone who has ever wandered into a comment section knows exactly what I mean: it’s a digital swamp of anger, marketing, influencers, and "aansit." I miss the innocence of early social media, when posts felt personal and organic, and the only "influencer" in your circle was that one eccentric aunt with outrageous jokes and fabulous outfits.

We were early adopters, pioneers even, but now we can see the cycle has run its course. We’re restless. We’re searching. Some insist AI is the next frontier and perhaps it is for business, education, or professional support. But as a tool for genuine human connection? I doubt it. If we can’t even tell what is real and what is generated, that uncertainty alone will push any authentic person away.

So, what comes next?

I think it’s a return to nostalgia, to tactile experiences, to face-to-face encounters where trust and warmth live. I want to feel you under my hands, lazy and unhurried in tropical hotel rooms, not chatrooms. I want your laughter in my ears, the sound of your chewing turning into music in a candlelit Italian restaurant as I feed you pasta and we slurp spaghetti in unison. I want to smell you on my skin as you leave for work. I want to taste salt on your shoulders as we walk out of the ocean, feel the coarse sand on my thighs as you bury me playfully on a white beach, giggling as you plant kisses on my wet cheeks.

Let’s revive the things we grew up with the games we invented, the house parties, the camping weekends in bruised old tents, the puddle-jumping, tadpole-catching, fishing-and-releasing, story time around the fire, baking afternoons, and casual coffee mornings in someone’s kitchen. That was real. That was connection.

So, let’s do it again...intentionally, but for adults. Let’s step away from the wires and machines and return to nature, laughter, and real human friendships. Let’s create spaces that help us remember who we were before everything became "content."

It’s time to design a new way of being, one that reignites creativity, playfulness, calm, and genuine connection.

Are you ready?