There are few events in life as simultaneously mundane and existentially harrowing as a visit to the dentist. Vizt Nivlir reflects on the unique challenges of dental care as a gazelle man.
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Dating comes with its share of logistical concerns, but few are as persistent as the matter of height. Vizt Nivlir reflects on the physics and psychology of towering over his dates.
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Navigating the tangled web of software dependencies can lead even the most stoic developer into the depths of despair. Vizt Nivlir reflects on the trials of maintaining harmony among conflicting packages.
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Finding the perfect turtleneck is difficult enough without the added complexity of two magnificent, spiraling horns. Vizt Nivlir, the sartorially inclined gazelle-man, reflects on the challenges of high fashion when your headpiece is non-removable.
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When one receives the solemn declaration that “Vizt Nivlir will see you now,” a peculiar anxiety sets in. But what does it truly mean to be seen?
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Few things are more revealing of one’s character than how they handle the unspoken rules of an elevator ride. Vizt Nivlir reflects on the delicate art of standing still and looking indifferent.
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At what distance is a person too far away for you to hold the door? Vizt Nivlir examines one of the great ethical dilemmas of modern life.
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Despite his impressive intellect, Vizt Nivlir, like all modern professionals, finds himself engaging in the ancient ritual of staring blankly at a screen, willing the work to complete itself.
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In his ongoing battle against unnecessary distractions, Vizt Nivlir explores the dangers of unexpected pineapple placement and its impact on one’s carefully cultivated aesthetic.
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When does minimalism become… too minimal? Vizt Nivlir ponders the delicate balance between aesthetic restraint and making one’s home feel like a dentist’s office.
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No man should have to suffer the realization that he has sent an important email with an empty subject line. And yet, here we are.
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Vizt Nivlir observes the peculiar social contract of waiting rooms: the silent contest of who can look the most indifferent, the obligatory nod to the receptionist, and the curious phenomenon of people pretending not to exist.
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