Unless…

"Whatever that meant... well, I just couldn't guess."

And here I am, throwing another pebble in the ocean. Writing on the internet feels like sending a message in a bottle and throwing it in the ocean.

The words will probably sink to the bottom and land somewhere, on the ocean’s bed, adding more pollution to an already saturated space.

In these times were AI is used to write just about everything, I feel compelled to start writing online again, just so that human stories remain the business of humans, for just a little bit longer.

The 21st century hasn’t been the joy ride we were promised. No flying cars. Just hype. Ideas marketed as revolutionaries to tired, jaded people.

The internet is dead. We are supposed to be in the Age of Information (yet another A.I…), yet there are so much bullshit flung in our faces daily.

Corporations are trying to extract the last drops of profits before it all really goes to shit. We all know deep inside, that voting for general elections is a waste of our time. We have the illusion of choice – between the plague and the cholera – but it’s never about what is best for us and the planet. Whatever side we choose, it’s just more hype, warfare, fearmongering, general surveillance and rather pointless debates to keep us engaged.

At the end, we know we don’t have a say, the real decisions won’t be ran past us. We are just spectating.

Yet, peace can still be found. It’s just within our reach, waiting quietly for us to remember…

…to go for a walk in nature, instead of getting lost in all the various rabbit holes and snares set up to trap our attention span.

Spending time with animals, looking at the clouds, admiring the trees… communing with all that isn’t tapping into that big giant grid.

I’m creating this space so that I can carve out some time to express my thoughts and reflections, for those like me, who are trying to make sense of the world, to navigate these troubled times.

Just a voice in an ocean of noise.

A voice trying to keep the human stories thread alive.

Will you join me?

The Lifted Lorax.

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The Lorax said nothing.
Just gave me a glance,
just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance,
as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.
And I’ll never forget the grim look on his face
when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.
And all that the Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks with the one word:
UNLESS.
Whatever that meant… well, I just couldn’t guess.

Dr Seuss.