The Price of Breathing
Freedom isn’t something you earn after years of sacrifice. It’s a memory. A decision. A quiet revolt against the idea that your breath should come with a receipt.
The Algorithm Ain't Confused. You Are
There’s a rhythm to your feed and it’s not random. It’s rehearsed. Seduction, God, gossip, trauma, luxury on loop. The scroll has become a soft war on the psyche. This isn’t content, it’s programming. Once you see the pattern, you reclaim your focus.
Every Anthem Ain’t for You
I wasn’t watching a performance. I was watching a program. The sound, the symbols, the emotion, designed to stir something deep. It looks like pride, but often echoes pain. Music can liberate, but it can also program. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.