Cry. Rage. Mourn.

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 How do we stay informed in the digital age? How do we find ourselves when all that is left if refinement of a culture we have inherited into the peak cheeseit of endorphins releasing?


Do we do it with confrontation? Do we act hostile or resent the battle we didn’t choose and marching forward while looking back at an era nostalgically? Our childhood or, our teen years when we were capable of mindless hope. Hope inspite of evidence we really should have put our faith in God. Instead we chose nothing is true and everything is possible.


But still in-spite of my sins… in spite of failings… I believe things have merit in the growing pains. Of knowing that there is no going back to how things could have been. Of how anything could be good after all the compromises we have chosen and outright lies we have been fed.


We’re heading towards a collapse. And what we rebuild in the ashes will lock in the next century, MAYBE even the next epoch of culture hidden in the little link button on my blog I have clicked not to prompt my writing but link to defining of phrases and words to make the deeper concepts reachable. I mean word salads are my jam. Making as I type on my phone (the one thing we have in this dystopia cameras and microphones always monitoring)  in the free fall of techbroes committing sexual assault and getting away with it with a sealed document a quick payoff. Maybe this ragebait in this expression the war has been lost and we have to wait and see if the constitution means anything to the people who have sworn to protect it.

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