Author: Harry Handelbar

Are You Tired Of Whimpering?

Self-Sabotage & Personal Growth Still hitting snooze on your soul’s alarm? This post doesn’t whisper affirmations — it yanks the covers off your inner coward...

Fries with that?

Vultures, famine, fake tan — this post asks where your outrage lands when tragedy meets apathy. Global warming? World hunger? Or just fries? It’s a...

I Just Sold a Rune Pickhead and got 12K

MMORPG Sibling Banter Two brothers. One rune pickhead. Infinite arguments over loot priority and the correct pronunciation of “ooka long bang bang.” This post chronicles...

What Do You Know About A Single Drop Of Rain?

Today’s forecast: 80% chance of mock equations, scattered metaphysics, and light showers of observational satire. This post wanders the borderlands of poetic science and quantum...

The Mee Goreng of Life

Know self, love self Laugh, create, collaborate Love, honour, aid relief Give, save, cause no grief Harry HandelbarHarry is a recovering satirist, part-time philosopher, and...

Nothing Really Changes

Time travel isn’t just for DeLoreans and quantum physicists — it’s for poets with a bone to pick and a playlist full of Larry Norman....

What is a Start?

Begin again, they say — but what if the beginning is the question? This piece drifts through recursive introspection, where writing becomes both compass and...

The Myth of the Age of the Individual

Somewhere between “yes,” “no,” and “maybe” lies a quiet revolution. This post traces the soft circuitry of personal philosophy and generational empathy — where emotional...

The Backward Masking on Hotel California

Retro Occult & Sonic Satire Rewind the tape. Play it backwards. Hear the ghost of disco whispering conspiracy theories through a reverb pedal. This post...
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