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We live in bad faith with habits which torment us.
Our smallness of the soul seems to be proportionately less length to the largeness of our public personas. One shrinks in proportion to the other’s growth.
Literacy is decreasing exponentially; the future cannot read. Thus, we’re experiencing an exponential decrease in our expressive possibilities and capabilities.
We’re split — constantly convincing ourselves that we’re something other than we are. Technological society is tragically guilty of bad faith. The worm of the algorithm is so deep in our ear, that we can’t pull it out; it just burrows deeper and deeper.
Assume that everyone you know, exists in a state of desperation, uncertainty, doubt, overwhelmed by a subtle sense of disenchantment, uprooting,
uncertainty.
More than a hundred years of eating junk food, consuming junk information, has made us ugly to ourselves, unbearable to look at.
