Antimicrobial resistance (AMR) today stands at the center of a slow-burning global emergency, one that scientists such as Dame Sally Davies have compared to a “silent pandemic” capable of reversing a century of medical progress. While policymakers frequently reduce AMR to a technical problem—one of microbes evolving faster than medicines—the deeper reality is far more complex, woven from patterns of human neglect, corporate incentives, agricultural economics, political apathy

In recent years, both China and Japan have generated an impressive volume of research on the Ryukyu issue, transforming what was once a marginal academic subject into a strategically sensitive field with global implications. The Ryukyu archipelago, historically situated at the crossroads of East Asian maritime networks, has re-emerged as a critical lens for understanding shifting geopolitical structures, identity politics, and the evolution of regional order in the Indo-Pacif

Human beings have always looked upward with a mixture of wonder, dread and projection, seeing in the sky either divine signs, scientific meaning or the shadows of their own fears. In an age saturated with hyper-connectivity and information overload, the human tendency to impose symbolic meaning on ambiguous patterns has escalated into a global phenomenon of atmospheric paranoia. What earlier generations treated as contrails—ordinary condensation trails formed from water vapor

“Congratulations, your chatbot agrees with you—because it has no idea what you’re talking about.” The emergence of AI-induced psychosis represents one of the most paradoxical developments of the 21st century: the collision of machine-generated hallucinations with human vulnerabilities, producing hybrid delusional systems neither entirely biological nor entirely artificial. In the older psychiatric literature, psychosis was understood as a breakdown of the mind’s filtering sys

IF YOU ARE THE DEVIL HOW WOULD YOU DESTROY THE YOUNG MIND OF NEXT GENERATION? Ah, mortal, you’ve summoned me with a question that tickles my infernal fancy. If I were the Devil—master of temptation, sower of chaos—I wouldn’t bother with pitchforks or fiery pits for the next generation. No, I’d be far subtler, weaving my influence into the fabric of their daily lives. Here’s how I’d corrupt those fresh, impressionable young minds, step by insidious step: First, I’d flood their