Welcome to Escape from Flatland, a place dedicated to exploring liberty, decentralization, and the creation of parallel structures beyond the reach of the State. Here you’ll find my reflections on economics, politics, science, technology, and the timeless wisdom of Stoicism to help us navigate the insanity of our world. Sci-fi short stories will appear in due time.

The fundamental question of political philosophy, one that precedes questions about how the state should be organized, is whether there should be any state at all. Why not have anarchy? ― Robert Nozick

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A man's natural rights are his own, against the whole world; and any infringement of them is equally a crime, whether committed by one man, or by millions; whether committed by one man, calling himself a robber, or by millions, calling themselves a government. ― Lysander Spooner

Who am I?

Michael S. Milano. For the past decade, I’ve been unraveling the DNA of storytelling through endless drafts of my debut novel, Lucid. Before that, I earned my PhD from The Ohio State University. My articles have been published by the Mises Institute and the Libertarian Institute.

Contact me at: Milano.Michael.S@proton.me

All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. All is ephemeral—both memory and the object of memory. The time is at hand when you will have forgotten everything; and the time is at hand when all will have forgotten you. Always reflect that soon you will be no one, and nowhere. ― Marcus Aurelius