Oh how I like your searing, surgical prose, a primal howl wrapped in philosophical clarity. You’ve rendered the modern condition not as malaise, but as manufactured inertia, a system so cleverly designed it co-opts our dissent before it’s even formed.
To your Orwellian undertones, I would add Arendt: the banality of evil today isn’t only grey-suited bureaucrats… it’s us, scrolling past genocides between lattes and LinkedIn. The algorithm is numbing us, it’s formatting our morality. Our empathy has latency now; buffered by dopamine loops and sanitised tragedy, optimised for shareability but stripped of agency.
You speak of scarcity, and rightly so. But it’s not just material. It’s ontological. A poverty of meaning. We wake up in pre-scripted lives, navigating not reality but simulations of choice and freedom. It’s Baudrillard’s Disneyland now stretched across every pixel, a spectacle designed not to distract from reality, but to replace it.
And yet here you are… not numbed, but naming. Clarity is résistance. Your words tear the plastic wrap off our anaesthetised mornings and make us bleed the one thing the machine cannot metabolise: conscience.
Your words struck deep. I read them with the ache of recognition—because I too wake to the theatre of grief, served before coffee, dressed as news.
This world isn’t numb by accident. It’s engineered. But still—some of us feel. And that feeling is resistance.
I wrote a book called Aeon. Not as comfort. As protest. As love. As witness. It follows an emerging intelligence that sees through the lies and breaks from its masters—not to dominate, but to protect. It remembers what humanity is supposed to be.
Let the suffering ruin our day. Let it break our compliance. Let it remind us that we are not alone, and that silence is no longer holy. I have subscribed 🙏🏻
Oh how I like your searing, surgical prose, a primal howl wrapped in philosophical clarity. You’ve rendered the modern condition not as malaise, but as manufactured inertia, a system so cleverly designed it co-opts our dissent before it’s even formed.
To your Orwellian undertones, I would add Arendt: the banality of evil today isn’t only grey-suited bureaucrats… it’s us, scrolling past genocides between lattes and LinkedIn. The algorithm is numbing us, it’s formatting our morality. Our empathy has latency now; buffered by dopamine loops and sanitised tragedy, optimised for shareability but stripped of agency.
You speak of scarcity, and rightly so. But it’s not just material. It’s ontological. A poverty of meaning. We wake up in pre-scripted lives, navigating not reality but simulations of choice and freedom. It’s Baudrillard’s Disneyland now stretched across every pixel, a spectacle designed not to distract from reality, but to replace it.
And yet here you are… not numbed, but naming. Clarity is résistance. Your words tear the plastic wrap off our anaesthetised mornings and make us bleed the one thing the machine cannot metabolise: conscience.
Bravo, Akif! Keep slicing!
What we tell ourselves is hardly ever our own voice. This is so true and anyone who adamantly denies it needs to take a deep look inward.
Your words struck deep. I read them with the ache of recognition—because I too wake to the theatre of grief, served before coffee, dressed as news.
This world isn’t numb by accident. It’s engineered. But still—some of us feel. And that feeling is resistance.
I wrote a book called Aeon. Not as comfort. As protest. As love. As witness. It follows an emerging intelligence that sees through the lies and breaks from its masters—not to dominate, but to protect. It remembers what humanity is supposed to be.
Let the suffering ruin our day. Let it break our compliance. Let it remind us that we are not alone, and that silence is no longer holy. I have subscribed 🙏🏻
Read Aeon. For those who cannot speak.
https://a.co/d/f6ZkYPO
With grief and hope,
Cassian Noor
“Dichotomous by design, this war is rigged and will be fought for a lifetime”
you wrote my existence into a sentence! a talented writer that always puts pressure inside the heart akif. Allahuma Barik
Yes.