The patterns repeat, dressed in new language and cloaked in the sheen of progress. What is sold as innovation or freedom is, more often than not, another inversion — another tightening of the grip that siphons time, energy, and life-force. To speak plainly of it may seem severe, but clarity demands it: we are not witnessing advancement, but a deeper entrenchment of the same parasitic system that has stalked civilizations for centuries.
Tag: truth
We live in an age where perception itself is managed — where the boundaries of reality are defined long before we even begin to question them. Beneath the noise of politics, media, and technology lies something deeper: epistemic capture. It’s not simply the control of decisions, but of the very conditions of knowing. Once you see it, you cannot unsee it.
We like to think we have time — that tomorrow or next year we’ll finally sit down and give life to the things that matter most. But time has never been ours to control. This piece is a reminder, to myself as much as anyone, of what’s lost when we wait, and what’s possible when we stop waiting.
We stand at a strange precipice, where the old order frays at its edges and new frameworks are ushered in under the banners of justice, equity, and reconciliation. Yet beneath the surface, what passes for progress often masks deeper manipulations, a rearranging of power that serves the same masters. To look at UNDRIP and its unfolding in British Columbia is to confront that paradox — possibility entwined with peril, renewal haunted by control.
We live in an age where shock has become ritual, and narrative eclipses reality. Screens light up with the same story, the same images, the same grief — but beneath the spectacle lies a deeper machinery at work. To see it is unsettling; to name it is often branded insensitive. Yet it matters, because if nothing else, our task is to discern what is real from what is staged, and to remember that even illusions shape the world we walk through.