The Breaks. We need to hit the breaks. And fast. The winds of (un)change are growling, they are shaking again even the last and thin foundations of family bounds, the last memories of true social links, the disappearing shadows of hope crumbles.

I find myself in a middle of a storm fueled by a big Nothing. Empty words, empty convictions, empty beliefs, bold accusations. We are all lying to ourselves that by voicing our void we will be protected from the next development. That is always pending.

Our queue of constant panic is fed by precise algorithms driven by greed, laziness and comfort. Social networks come before self reasoning, kids attention void or relationship deep needs. They became our true interface to the world, they are deciding our steps with pixel level precision. I am indeed addicted to this whole process and I realize that I cannot recover the true lost commodity in all this vortex, my time.

I stopped projecting the idea of investing all that lost time in old school positive incentives for mind development and I started to grasp the reality of my mediocrity.

Let’s hope it is all worth it, after all, these networks need to grow for our own benefit where, ironically, we are the product since everything seems to be “free” or allowed (unless opposing some more privileged layers in control of your redefined freedom).

As a fun experiment, I wonder how 1984 book reality would have put these networks to use within the Ministry of Truth. Perhaps on the large scale it is healthy to index global level memories / feelings / states of mind and potential fear models for the future long term – at least the statistical representations of our decay will serve perhaps the future in order to avoid such modern history trends.

I want to conclude by saying simply… I am sorry. I had a small fight in the morning with my sister and I felt the need to write something to mend – if possible – the stupidity of that discussion. About elements above our control, about the illusion of freedom of choice, all items masking perhaps my real nostalgia and home sick.