We are lulled into thinking that more surveillance, more devices, and more virtual safety nets will protect our children. Yet beneath the polished slogans and technological promises lies a darker truth: reality itself is being eroded, traded away for simulations and dashboards, and formative years are being harvested by algorithms. What is sold as safety may, in fact, be the very thing that leaves the next generation less resilient, less embodied, and less free.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
There is something stirring again, beneath the noise of curated narratives and the endless churn of consensus. We remember, not as nostalgia but as grounding — a memory of what was, before the enclosure. The natural philosopher re-emerges in this age of distortion, not as a relic of the past but as a witness, a wayfinder, a seeker who refuses the illusion and carries forward the fragments of truth left scattered in plain sight.
The age we’re living in feels increasingly curated, controlled, and surveilled. From cameras on poles to the algorithms in our pockets, the quiet pressure of ambient anxiety seeps into daily life. The potholes remain, but the panopticon grows. This is not just about technology, but about sovereignty — about remembering what is real, and reclaiming the ground beneath our own feet.
In circling the questions of reality, we enter a terrain that is at once familiar and elusive — a place where cycles, symbols, and stories fold into one another, and where every path seems to point both inward and outward at once. This reflection is less about answers than about recognizing the patterns that hold us, the oscillations we inhabit, and the paradoxes that shape the very stage upon which our lives unfold.
History moves like a pendulum — not only in the rise and fall of empires, but in the echoes that ripple outward from singular years. When we place 1902 at the center, a strange symmetry emerges: wars and revolutions, inventions and assassinations, migrations and narratives, all mirroring each other across decades. What begins as a curiosity about calendric balance soon reveals a deeper rhythm — one of agency, influence, taboo, and the stories we are permitted (or forbidden) to tell.