There is no neutral

Everyone and everything is pointed at something

Vanilla isn't "blank," you get it from the fruit of a tropical orchid. The flesh tone known as "white" is pinky-peachy-orange and it’s hardly the global standard. Political left and right wing aren't places, and you'd drive forever trying to find their midpoint.

There is no such thing as neutral.

There's no relationship without tension, no progress without compromise, no flawless Tweet, no timeless aesthetic. These concepts only exist in utopia, and utopia literally means "no place."

There is no such thing as neutral because everything is in motion. Every celestial body rotates around another one. Every quantum element vibrates and hums.

What feels like solid land is a vessel sailing through space. There's no center of the universe—or anything for that matter. You'll never cut a cake perfectly in two.

What feels like standing still takes dozens of muscles in active tension and billions and billions of cells in frenetic motion.

What feels like a neutral opinion is a culturally, linguisticall…