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Why I Still Believe in People (Even While Everything’s Gone To The Dogs)
Making the case for stubborn, ridiculous optimism
I shouldn’t be hopeful. Indeed, I could make the case that maybe none of us should be.
Not with the way things are.
Not when the word “algorithm” has replaced God in half the conversations I see now, as if divinity were just a series of predictive text suggestions.
Not when children are being blown to bits and billionaires are telling us to “manifest abundance” while the rest of us are queuing in Lidl, trying to decide between toilet paper or tomatoes because both have become a luxury now.
We live in a strange and stupid age.
America teeters on the lip of techno-fascism, and not even the old-school kind with Hugo Boss uniforms and banners, but a sleeker, ad-funded version powered by dopamine loops and offshore, tax-free data centres.
Ukraine burns. Gaza is a graveyard with Wi-Fi. India and Pakistan rattle sabres like gods bored with silence. The price of everything rises, but the value of nothing does. Meanwhile, the tech-priests chant utopia but sell spyware to bomb civilians.
