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Mind AtticI am a Villain in My Own Story
I’ve caused the death and suffering of 3470 animals and inflicted tremendous damage to the planet—this is my confession.Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories. George R. R. Martin.Well, I messed up because I’m a villain in mine.I Was a Good KidMy mother used to feed half of the stray cats in the neighbourhood. She couldn’t stand the smell of fish but prepared it every day for the homeless sleeping furballs seizing our balcony. Our family adopted five c...
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In the shadowy underbelly of a cluttered living room, dust particles drifted slowly in the angled beams of late afternoon sunlight. A mess of forgotten snacks, socks, and tangled cords covered the floor, creating a maze of obstacles. Amidst this chaos lay the dimly lit makeshift headquarters of the dust bunny brigade. Here, shadows hugged the edges, and specks of glitter from a birthday party twinkled faintly in the corners—a safe spot far from the often-cleaned open floor patrolled by the dr...
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Mind AtticI am a Villain in My Own Story
I’ve caused the death and suffering of 3470 animals and inflicted tremendous damage to the planet—this is my confession.Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories. George R. R. Martin.Well, I messed up because I’m a villain in mine.I Was a Good KidMy mother used to feed half of the stray cats in the neighbourhood. She couldn’t stand the smell of fish but prepared it every day for the homeless sleeping furballs seizing our balcony. Our family adopted five c...
Mind AtticBlockchain for Kids: A Journey with 'DuckChain Quest', Mind Attic, TinyTap, and OpenCampus
The Spark of RebellionEvery story has a beginning, and the saga of Mind Attic was born from a spark of rebellion – a dream to break free from the shackles of conventional education. This dream, held in the mind's attic of a young learner, gradually took shape, eventually materializing as an educational revolution.Where Traditional Education Falls ShortMany an afternoon was spent in classrooms where the true essence of learning seemed forgotten as if lost in the echoes of traditional rote...
Mind AtticDust Bunny Rebellion
In the shadowy underbelly of a cluttered living room, dust particles drifted slowly in the angled beams of late afternoon sunlight. A mess of forgotten snacks, socks, and tangled cords covered the floor, creating a maze of obstacles. Amidst this chaos lay the dimly lit makeshift headquarters of the dust bunny brigade. Here, shadows hugged the edges, and specks of glitter from a birthday party twinkled faintly in the corners—a safe spot far from the often-cleaned open floor patrolled by the dr...
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As a kid, the doomsayers in films were a joke — ragged prophets of an apocalypse we never believed would come. Yet, here I am, decades later, not so different, sign in hand.
Reduce meat and dairy, Save Our Earth.
No tin-foil hat here. I'm like any other — job, taxes, a life. Yet, I spend my free time fighting for our planet, a voice among millions, seemingly lost in the wind.
This summer's heat scorched records; droughts plagued lands once lush. The future, once a distant threat for 2050 or beyond, unfolds now.
A walk downtown lays it bare: queues at fast food chains, plastic in hand, trash spilling over. It's the world stripped of gloss, the hidden cost of our cravings.
Our waters, poisoned and scarce. Forests, fallen. Species, vanished. Oceans, lifeless. Diseases, leaping from animals to us. Taxes, fueling the damage. Even the Atlantic currents are shifting, making things worse. Farms, outpacing factories in pollution. Medicines, failing against new plagues.
"You're a downer."
"Save it, doomsayer."
"Chill out."
I've heard it all!
The fight seems rigged. How do we cut through the noise?
We're the underdogs, facing a Goliath with a mere slingshot. They have flashy billboards and catchy jingles, an endless stream of ads that drown out our desperate pleas for change.
Outshouting them? Futile. Outsmarting them? Daunting.
Even with our sincere efforts, our voices barely rise above their roar. Yet, here we sit with a $1 cardboard sign against a multi-billion-dollar megaphone.
In this barrage of consumption, ads shape desires from infancy, sculpting palates and perceptions.
Steering one soul from meat to greens? It's like turning the tide with a teaspoon. Yet, that's the monumental task we embrace—each small victory a ripple in the ocean.
Doubt creeps in. Am I fooling myself?
Maybe this is where I let it all out.
Take a deep breath. A few supportive words can recharge me.
I'll try to forget how small my voice seems. With a bit of hope, I'll pick up that worn-out cardboard sign again, aiming to reach just one person who'll really listen. That might be enough. And in time.
Reduce meat and dairy, Save Our Earth.
Collect to support actions toward sustainability and the future.Education for and by attention impaired
As a kid, the doomsayers in films were a joke — ragged prophets of an apocalypse we never believed would come. Yet, here I am, decades later, not so different, sign in hand.
Reduce meat and dairy, Save Our Earth.
No tin-foil hat here. I'm like any other — job, taxes, a life. Yet, I spend my free time fighting for our planet, a voice among millions, seemingly lost in the wind.
This summer's heat scorched records; droughts plagued lands once lush. The future, once a distant threat for 2050 or beyond, unfolds now.
A walk downtown lays it bare: queues at fast food chains, plastic in hand, trash spilling over. It's the world stripped of gloss, the hidden cost of our cravings.
Our waters, poisoned and scarce. Forests, fallen. Species, vanished. Oceans, lifeless. Diseases, leaping from animals to us. Taxes, fueling the damage. Even the Atlantic currents are shifting, making things worse. Farms, outpacing factories in pollution. Medicines, failing against new plagues.
"You're a downer."
"Save it, doomsayer."
"Chill out."
I've heard it all!
The fight seems rigged. How do we cut through the noise?
We're the underdogs, facing a Goliath with a mere slingshot. They have flashy billboards and catchy jingles, an endless stream of ads that drown out our desperate pleas for change.
Outshouting them? Futile. Outsmarting them? Daunting.
Even with our sincere efforts, our voices barely rise above their roar. Yet, here we sit with a $1 cardboard sign against a multi-billion-dollar megaphone.
In this barrage of consumption, ads shape desires from infancy, sculpting palates and perceptions.
Steering one soul from meat to greens? It's like turning the tide with a teaspoon. Yet, that's the monumental task we embrace—each small victory a ripple in the ocean.
Doubt creeps in. Am I fooling myself?
Maybe this is where I let it all out.
Take a deep breath. A few supportive words can recharge me.
I'll try to forget how small my voice seems. With a bit of hope, I'll pick up that worn-out cardboard sign again, aiming to reach just one person who'll really listen. That might be enough. And in time.
Reduce meat and dairy, Save Our Earth.
Collect to support actions toward sustainability and the future.Education for and by attention impaired
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