Bruce Lloyd At first glance, a pineapple seems like a simple tropical fruit: sweet, spiky, bright, and ready to slice. But behind every pineapple on a grocery store shelf is a surprisingly long growing journey. Pineapples can take up to three years to grow, which makes them one of the more patient rewards in the…
I closed my eyes for a conversation about rest and found a private beach where time does not exist, potatoes whisper, and nobody asks what we are having for dinner. Before this conversation, I had written honestly about how bad I had been feeling. Pressure had been building since November. The Mayor knew some of…
This Pineapple changed shape at the door. At first, we thought we were making an issue about rest. That sounded simple enough. Rest from work. Rest from screens. Rest from busy days. Rest from the noise that follows people around and somehow still fits inside a pocket. But then the issue started answering back. The…
I haven’t quite been myself lately. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been walking around, pacing the floors, and mulling things over in my head like a detective trying to solve a mystery: What on earth happened? It’s the strangest feeling. I don’t feel lazy—in fact, my brain is shouting that I want to…
What began as a conversation about digital rest became something much more familiar: how ordinary frustrations take up space in our minds, and how laughter, family, and small victories help us put that space back where it belongs. Sometimes we imagine that rest comes from switching off our phones or spending less time online. But…
How a full weekend, an afternoon nap, a bike ride, and a quiet evening on the sofa reveal what real rest looks like. Sometimes a conversation begins with one question and quietly answers another. This one started with “rest in a busy life.” But beneath that was something more familiar: how do you keep going…
A conversation with Bruce about AI, power, pleasure, morality, and the strange human habit of muddling through This began as a conversation about Las Vegas. Not the city as a travel destination. Not the slot machines, the hotels, the Eiffel Tower copy, or the artificial Venice without the jet lag. Las Vegas became a model….
Next week, Brida continues with rest. Not the kind of rest that has to look perfect.Not the kind that needs a candle, a rulebook, or a special chair. Just rest as it appears in ordinary life. In movement.In sleep.In busy days.In emotional weather.In the small pause before something creative begins again. Around the tables, we…
A Swimming Club conversation about new cars, old instincts, digital rest, and the strange moment when technology promises comfort but asks you to go to university first. The Car Is No Longer Just a Car This began as a conversation about Digital Rest. Not meditation apps.Not screen-time graphs.Not a clean theory about modern life. It…
Fabrice began with rest. But for him, rest was not only sleep, silence, or doing nothing. Sometimes rest was fishing at five in the morning. Sometimes it was beer in the courtyard. Sometimes it was walking seventeen kilometres through the woods and calling it “just a little stroll.” The First Picture of Rest When Janita…
