As I brewed my morning coffee, a thought began to percolate—one I’ve had before, but this time it hit differently. The internet is fucked up. Not in some groundbreaking way, but in a way that's just so painfully obvious now, it's hard to ignore. It used to be this vast, open space brimming with potential. A playground for ideas, creativity, and authentic connection. But now? It feels like we're all trapped in this endless loop of self-promotion, personal branding, and chasing relevance. The very platforms that once gave us a voice, a place to be heard without filters, have morphed into marketplaces of attention. Everyone—whether an artist, a professional, or just someone trying to be seen—feels this pressure to be something , to sell their version of themselves, just to survive the online grind. And the more I think about it, the more it’s clear: what was supposed to liberate us, to democratize expression, has instead shackled us to algorithms and trends. Instead of creat...
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