Culture, knowledge, and the capacity for critical thought are slowly dying, suffocated beneath the cold machinery of systems stripped of their humanity.


We trade our identities for approval, shaping ourselves around whatever the crowd rewards. Show only the beautiful parts of your life and you receive admiration. Show only the worst parts and you receive sympathy.

How convenient. There is always a mask that earns applause. Eventually, even joy and suffering become commodities. People stop simply living and start performing whatever version of themselves gets the most attention.


We praise what we do not understand. We condemn what we have never examined. We repeat opinions we cannot defend beyond the words we borrowed from someone else, lies.

Ask them why . Ask what they actually took from it. Go one layer deeper... And suddenly, there is nothing.

Ah... how fascinating. So many voices, yet hardly a thought of their own.

Nobody had to take your identity from you.

You handed it over willingly.

How wonderful. How convenient. How utterly pathetic.