For two decades, Bangladesh lived under a comforting numerical, statistical, and sweetly deceptive illusion.
His reemergence through the recent interviews represents both a promise and a paradox.
For Bangladesh, export diversification has become an existential demand.
Breathing has become more lethal than smoking. How does one quit air?
Let all voices—whether popular or poisonous—be heard.
The more things seem to change, the more they seem to remain the same.
The heat of power draws opportunists, “millions of bees,” as it were, who arrive not to pollinate progress but to bask in its heat, building a suffocating cloud of illusion around the leader.
For two decades, Bangladesh lived under a comforting numerical, statistical, and sweetly deceptive illusion.
His reemergence through the recent interviews represents both a promise and a paradox.
For Bangladesh, export diversification has become an existential demand.
Breathing has become more lethal than smoking. How does one quit air?
What’s fuelling this surge in teenage crime?
Let all voices—whether popular or poisonous—be heard.
The more things seem to change, the more they seem to remain the same.
The heat of power draws opportunists, “millions of bees,” as it were, who arrive not to pollinate progress but to bask in its heat, building a suffocating cloud of illusion around the leader.
Idealism, no matter how noble, is not immune to co-option.
It is moments like this that bring us face to face with the silent monstrosities we have normalised.
