Awkae
March 09, 2025
Ficando Offline #1
You scroll around like an algorithmic slot machine addict, numbing yourself to the absurdity of no longer being able to be considered alive.
You’ve already died by suicide, not physically, but philosophically. You’ve surrendered to illusions that have sterilized your mind. Social media isn’t connection, it’s cowardice. An injection of dopamine to silence your revolt against emptiness, against the emptiers. Disconnect. Look at the chaos. Or keep choking on your curated lies. Your pulse, your funeral. But remember, there is something out there that we should be fighting for.
The Algorithmic Noose
You open the app to anesthetize the routine - capitalism’s boot on your throat, the promise of “more” always out of reach, you can choose the problem, there are so many. But here’s the joke: the same tech giants who profit from your exhaustion built the trapdoor. Their platforms are not a refuge; they are a cycle of absurdity. You scroll to silence the rage against exploitation, but every swipe of the thumb feeds their monopoly, every like extracts data to increase control.
Slightly worse than Camus predicted, this is philosophical suicide 2.0: surrendering your revolt to the dopamine of distraction. The manipulation of Big Tech is not a bug, it is the salvation of capitalism. They commodify your frustration, sell illusions of connection and call it freedom. Meanwhile, their algorithms lead us into digital feudalism: addicted, docile, exchanging our attention for crumbs of serotonin while they accumulate power, wealth and the future.
Look into the void and laugh, shout. Letting Silicon Valley blindfold us is too stupid. Break the cycle. Let your anger be unproductive. Let your boredom turn into rebellion. The machine fears nothing more than a mind that refuses to scroll.
