The Day I Stopped Believing in Politics

A lone silhouetted figure stands inside a vast monochrome labyrinth, illuminated by stark white light while a thin red path stretches beneath him into the distance, evoking isolation, uncertainty, and the search for escape within an immense impersonal system.

Politics did not fail because the wrong people took power. Politics failed because modern systems reward emotional management over reality, comfort over responsibility, and postponement over truth. Every election promises rescue while quietly extending the lifespan of the machinery causing the decline. The parties change. The incentives do not.

Did I Miss the End of the World?

Weathered hands gripping old work gloves, resting in quiet tension.

A darkly amused chronicle of collapse in slow motion. While the world obsessed over clickbait and dopamine hits, the scaffolding of normalcy quietly gave way. This is a dispatch for the aware, the exiled, and the half-mad—those still wondering if they’re the crazy ones for noticing that it all seems... over.