The Reflection You Can’t Stand

They call it progress. They call it safety. I call it a cage, meticulously constructed with your willing complicity. Look around you. Really look. What you see isn’t freedom, it’s a performance of it. A carefully curated illusion designed to keep you docile and obedient.

You’ve traded substance for comfort, liberty for convenience, and your very soul for the illusion of security. And now you’re indignant that someone dares to point out the bars?