There are seasons when the path bends back on itself, when the call is not forward but inward. Retrograde and recapitulation are not regressions but invitations — to slow, to re-trace, to gather what was scattered and left behind. The journey is less about discovery than about remembering, less about adding than about releasing. It is here, in the pauses and reversals, that essence begins to shine through the layers of illusion.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
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.
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.