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What we used to call “progress” was a false light, a flickering neon in a city collapsing from within. The apocalypse does not arrive with trumpets: it arrives with debt, with misery, with hunger, with interest and a prepaid faith.

Do not expect signs in the sky: the apocalypse is already on the ground. It is in the hands that tremble from exhaustion, in the eyes that do not look, in the laughter used to cover panic. Our imagination has been broken and they call it maturity. Our community has been broken and they call it efficiency. Decadence is not an event: it is a language that enters the bloodstream until you ask for permission to breathe.

The illusion that this can be fixed is over. Our shitty society does not collapse: it rots, it cracks, it empties out. It will already be too late when we understand that the new order is not a promise, but a consequence.

Walk, not toward hope, but toward clarity. Look straight at what is dying and let it burn. Let the names fall, the leaders, the logos, the flags. To hell with all of it.

The future was a collective promise and they turned it into a subscription. You pay every month to keep believing that tomorrow will be “better,” while they take today from you. Live today and not tomorrow.

There is no salvation: there is lucidity.
BURN IT ALL.

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