Jonathan Brun

I once read a blog post by someone who was deeply affected by a video they found on YouTube.

Hubris fells giants.

As I stood at the hot dog stand at the Tokyo Disneyland theme park with my five year old son, I could not help thinking about my own childhood and my memories of America.

Last summer I was travelling in the beautiful Beauce region of Québec, which borders Northern Maine.

Jane Goodall visited my elementary school when I was about 10 years old.

I stood on the top of the Hebrew fortress of Masada wondering why families, men, women and children preferred to starve to death than surrender to the Roman army in 74 C.E.

A few years ago I stood in the small room that my wife’s grandfather was occupying in a retirement home.

The declining birth rates around the world have received growing media attention, though likely not as much attention as the topic deserves.

As we shuffled through the Hiroshima Peace Museum alongside the throngs of tourists, I wondered what was the point.

I am currently reading the book The Curve of Time which is a journal by a widowed mother who spent her summers coasting the waters near Vancouver Island with her four children in the 1930s.

Tribalism is deeply rooted in the human psyche.

AI is the talk of the town these days.

After 300 days or so since the October 7th attacks in Israel, the genocide of Gaza and the Westbank continues largely uninterrupted.

Next week I leave for a trip to China.

Before I got married I travelled to Scotland with my brothers, uncle, cousins and father.

The ongoing massacre in Gaza marks an unprecedented chapter in Palestine’s tragic history.

I have little time to write these days.

As I wrote the title to this blog post, I thought to myself, “I should really read the book War and Peace”.

The fight against secrecy is never ending.

When you are an adult, you can find all sorts of theories to explain the way the world is, the way the world could be or the way the world should be.