Alright, so… you’re here. Congrats. You’ve made it to whatever this is—another blog post in the endless digital scream-void where we all pretend we’ve got something profound to say. Look, I don’t know why you clicked on this. Maybe you’re bored. Maybe you’re avoiding your own life. Maybe you’re just trapped in some algorithmic nightmare where my nonsense keeps popping up like a bad ex.

But hey, since you’re here, let’s do this thing. I’ve been thinking—or, y’know, spiraling—about so much stuff, and let me tell you, it’s not gonna solve your problems. It’s not gonna fix the world. But maybe, just maybe, it’ll make you nod once, smirk twice, and then go, ‘Wow, this person is way too emotionally invested in this nonsense.’

So buckle up, or don’t. I’m not your Boss. Let’s get into it.

(Pause for a long sip of coffee, followed by an audible sigh.)

Away. I just had to get away. I’ve had a lot of my mind, I’ve been carrying some psychic weight and I just needed to go somewhere, stare at the sea silently, and make some decisions to clear the funk. Just go somewhere to let that psychic weight slip off my shoulders. To let it go. To let it slump to the earth. To listen to it hit the ground with a heavy, satisfying thud.

There has been a literal and metaphoric letting go of things over the last three or so years. I’ve been letting a lot of physical media go this last month. It seems I am in constant cycles of minimising the stuff. The books, the CDs etc. It seems I’m in a constant cycle of letting it go. Strangely, in these days of boiling everything down to zeroes and ones, there seems to be a lot of people wanting to hold on to or buy physical media. Maybe there is a secret tribe of archivisits scouring the internet for a rogue copy of someting obscure from a band no-one has really heard of. Just because there needs to be a physical copy of something. Some things always need to exist. For some reason, that CD might really need to exist in the future. Who knows? But someone really wanted it.

It led to a lot of watching Ebay feed me the good news about selling my stuff. Whilst I was dispatching my physical media to anyone who was willing to part with the cash, I started feeling an itch. Maybe more of a uncomfortable presence. There was something I needed to get back to talking about. Maybe I should start another blog somewhere to say the unconfortable truths about this iteration of reality. But, y’know, I have to make a living in the corporate world, so here isn’t really the place for uncomfortable truths that might influence the bottom-line catastrophically. Could I cope with another failed blogging project? Either way, as I worrying about shouting into the void, I came across the following video.

Now, do not confuse with title of this video with what this video is about. Yes, it start talking about comedy but, if you stick with it, the video shows how our reality is being manipulated by a very small amount of people. This video says so succintly what would take pages and pages of blog posts. I just urge you to watch it. Hyper reality simulcra. It’s the thing to watch for, it’s where they’re trying to take you. Enjoy regular reality while you can. Don’t become a new guy (watch the video, it’ll make perfect sense).