Trade

Tweet. Gram. Update. Publish. All signals to let people know we’re still here. “Don’t forget about me, I’m important!”

Endless time poured into digital networks in hopes of being heard, of feeling like we’re a part of something. Hours spent meticulously crafting posts to make sure people understand who we are and what we stand for.

A sharp contrast to our conversations in real life.

“Sup?”
“Nothing.”
“How you doing?”
“Good.”
“Cool.”

Ironically the bank we’re paying into is the very thing that’s keeping us from what we want most.

We willingly trade our lives to increase the valuation of entities who could give a fuck about us. Entities that try their best to make us think if we don’t participate, we don’t exist, but the reality is the inverse. The more we participate, the less we exist.