An Introduction to Echoism
About Echoism
Once upon a time, Echo was condemned to repeat what others had spoken, and Narcissus was condemned to fall in love with his own reflection. Their fates were tragic, but their story is also timeless. Today, our politics resound with empty echoes, and too many leaders stare only at the mirror of their own image.
This blog was born from that tension. It seeks to break the echo chamber, to pierce the mirror, to reclaim a voice that is truly our own. Here I write about ethics and politics—not to glorify power, nor to repeat received wisdom, but to ask the difficult questions, to explore the silences behind the noise, and to uncover the humanity lost in self-obsession.
Echo and Narcissus are not just figures of myth. They are our companions in the present. And it is by confronting them that we begin to find our way.
About Me
Echoism is a space for my ideas—an immaterial extension of myself. Think of it as a curated record of my mind at a given moment. I sometimes imagine a future in which a person’s thoughts could be fully archived; Echoism is not that, nor do I seek immortality. But if, one day, only my words remain, this archive would offer a meaningful approximation of who I was.
Here I collect reflections on music, philosophy, literature, politics, and the everyday—perhaps even the occasional recipe (I have long wanted to assemble a cookbook). I share what I learn from the world in all its contrasts: joy and sorrow, love and anger, life and death.
Who I Am
My name matters less than the inquiry that animates these pages. I write to explore. I do not believe life carries a preordained meaning; the universe simply is, with or without us. I am skeptical of anthropomorphic metaphors such as “Mother Earth”: sustainability, to me, is a human project oriented toward the continuity of our own civilization. Whether the planet flourishes with diverse life or lies silent under ash, it remains the Earth.
I entered this universe without an assigned purpose. My intention is to experience it as fully as a person can—accepting that regret and sorrow are part of a complete life. Elsewhere, here I reflect more fully on questions of meaning.
Why I Write
I have long wanted a personal space where I can speak freely. Echoism is that place: a quiet corner of the web where I can set aside roles and expectations and write as myself—without masks and without restraints.
