Existential Hallucinations: When the Human Desert Speaks an Unknown Tongue

There's a deafening silence hovering in our existential spaces, a void that screams louder than a thousand voices. Illusions, dear naive souls. We believe we're surrounded by creatures similar to ourselves, beings that breathe, think, share. But the truth? It's a frozen desert of mute stones.

Imagine being archaeologists of the soul, digging through the ruins of human relationships. Every stone you lift doesn't tell stories of connection, but whispers enigmas in a foreign language - a language of indifference, of cosmic distance.

Humanity has transformed into an archipelago of solitudes, where each individual floats on an island of self-referentiality. Communication? A mirage. Empathy? A faded memory. We've become experts at building walls, not bridges.

Technology, that presumed digital salvation, has done nothing but amplify this desert. Connected, yet so tremendously alone. Thousands of virtual "friends" and zero real conversations. A paradox that would cry out for vengeance, if only someone were listening.

Who are the culprits of this existential glaciation? Everyone and no one. We are accomplices in a silent extinction of bonds, where the algorithm dictates law and the algorithm erases the human.

The stones around us aren't speaking a foreign language. They are simply the echo of a humanity that has lost itself.

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🦅 Cheyenne Isa ₿ 🦅