Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.

G.O.

This isn’t science fiction.
It’s something quieter—closer.
A study in how things unravel when no one’s watching.

What if time isn’t moving forward, but circling back on itself?
What if two moments—two versions of you—are occupying the same space?
Would you even notice?

Physics tells us space bends.
That time warps.
That reality isn’t fixed—but filtered.

So what happens when something slips through the filter?

“On social media, a post of denunciation can garner millions of views, enriching the platforms that embody those very inequalities. Anger becomes their algorithm, their profit.
The System knows this and can afford to monetize even the most ferocious dissent, because the masses are fragmented, hypnotized. “Revolution” is entertainment. Venting is a catharsis that evaporates in a like.
The System lets people scream because has understood that today, more than ever, the bloodless masses don’t make “revolutions”; they just watch videos proclaiming “revolutions.””

W.I.

Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Heres Tom with the Weather.

B.H.

I’m tired of this back-slappin’ “isn’t humanity neat” bullshit. We’re a virus with shoes.

B.H.

If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use.
Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in.

B.H.