The Death of the Mystery

What shrooms and the fall season can teach you about mystery

I’ve been visiting Rob Peetoom for about three months:

The guy who cuts my hair is a Ukrainian, who’s classically schooled for men’s grooming. So that’s why I choose them over a random ‘masculine’ (whiskey, tattoos and beard oil) barbershop.

A few weeks ago, when I was about to pay for my haircut, I noticed I only took my American Express card with me. So I asked if they accepted it (the Netherlands tends to be a hell for Amex holders).

But instead of just answering with yes or no, the clerk straightened his spine and affirmed me: “All the great ones of the earth come here. Of course we accept Amex.”

He had to justify the acceptance of a card by invoking celebrity, grandeur, social standing. And that’s exactly what’s wrong with today ‘luxury’ world.

Everyone needs to explain their mystique. It’s like we’ve lost the ability to let something be mysterious. Everything HAS to be explained and justified.

That’s why I hate the hustler community so much. I just like the idea of being rich, wi…