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Sunday, 20 April 2025

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I woke up. The night is still here.
The dark is still here. The stars, too.
And for now, the Moon is still in place.
This terrible human civilisation
is screaming around me—it never shuts up.
But in the second half of the night,
and at dawn, it gets quieter.
There’s less noise, less stink,
less filth, and less of that relentless consumption.
Luckily, people like to sleep.
And if they’re not drunk,
if they’re not on their way home
from some club, then at this hour—
they sleep.
The air is fresh. You can hear
the trees whispering. The robins.

This world we’ve made—
is one big disgusting marketplace.
Most people hate it. They’re terrified of it.
Everyone bows before money.
Researchers research for money.
Doctors heal for money.
Artists create for money.
Supply and demand prefer what’s easy to sell.
Creativity is only good if it can be monetised.
Everything runs on clichés,
templates, and prefab structures.
Corruption.
A world of dumb, ever-dumber barbarians
who are professionals at self-marketing.
No one cares about the truth.
Curiosity?
The passion to know the real world
It is a joke.
Unsellable product.

Universities train professional workers.
Research centres are just branches of corporations.
This is the world of money, revenue, and profit.
It produces trash, lives on trash,
shits trash, and keeps growing nonstop.
It only cares about short-term gain—
and it devours everything.
It feels entitled to everything.

Many think all this
is capitalism.
They think it’s some kind of
invisible evil.
But it’s not.
This greedy beast—
is just humans.
It’s us. All of us.

This is the world of people:
greedy, dumb, simple-minded giants,
electing dumber and dumber versions of themselves,
marching greedily toward their destruction.

They turn everything into momentary pleasure—
from art
to science
to their feelings.

Most believe in medieval superstitions again,
because they’re so stupid
they no longer understand
how their tools and objects even work.

And instead of looking in the mirror,
they believe in miracles
and gods—

As they destroy everything.



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