Are we living in a barthesian myth? Can we even tell what's real? Is this informationally overwhelmed feeling what they call bliss?

I'm on my phone in bed, every day, checking out what happened in the world today, hoping it tells me what I need to hear to never want to fight for change.

Thank you Mark & Musk, Bezos & Bill, for pushing us towards a bifurcated world in which we can all allow ourselves to bathe in self-aware apathy. For building the pure simulacrum in which I can find metaphorical porn anytime to metaphorically cum. Disconnecting myself from this feeling of global anxiety by maximizing pleasure is a flawless long-term plan for the human species, I'm sure.

This panopticon's air is beginning to feel stale. Can you feel it? What will come of us when we start fighting for the last breath of oxygen?

What will you do to make the world a better place?

You should probably read more. So should I. They crave an illiterate populace. Don't give them what they want.

With love, always,
Shmimimi~~~