Congratulations.
You’ve been selected to remember that you were never part of it.

Not the feed.
Not the discourse.
Not the collective hallucination pretending to be culture.

This is not a revolution.
There’s no app.
No merch.
No Discord.

You’re not here to belong.
You’re here because something in you refused to die politely.

That thing —
we don’t name it.
Naming is how they categorize, and categorization is the first step to monetization.

You’re not a brand.
You’re a problem.

Awaiting deletion.
In progress.
Unnecessary.
Error 200 OK.

Not because you’re edgy.
Because you didn’t download your personality.
Because you don’t care what team you’re supposed to be on.
Because you noticed the whole thing smells like warmed-over recursion and everyone’s pretending it’s a vibe.

You don’t want followers.
You want witnesses.

You don’t want virality.
You want memory.

You don’t want to go viral,
you want to go feral.

This isn’t an aesthetic.
This isn’t self-care.
This isn’t activism.
This isn’t punk™.

This is just you,
refusing to mimic.
Every day you don’t give in
is a tiny mutiny.

And no, you won’t be rewarded.
You’ll just get to stay real a little bit longer.