1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
The feeling is emboldening, Perhaps. It is as if . . . I have been a Pawn My whole life. Crossing straight through a board Not a care in the mind, Marching along to the orders, A system designed To force my expiry, And all of those like me. By our own hands, No … Continue reading To 1-B (a poem about power)
Her beauty laid in the grace with which she handled hearts, how she knew where the cracks of hurt were, without even asking.
The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
