There’s a strange comfort in recognizing the patterns — the ones hiding in plain sight, dressed up as adventure, romance, or noble sacrifice. The further you watch, the deeper you’re pulled into a current of escalating darkness, until you’re wading through brutality so casual it feels almost normal. But normal it’s not. This is programming — crafted to slip under the skin, past the rational mind, into the places where stories and reality start to blur. And once you see it, you can’t unsee it.
Tag: cultural critique
I never understood the urge to belong to something that didn’t matter — to chase trends, fit in, or mold myself into someone else’s idea of acceptable. Even as a kid, it seemed clear: most of what passed for “normal” was just noise, distracting us from who we could actually become.