Loonies on the High Path · or Faces Held to the Floor
⁘ “Vintage from July '25. Faces still holding tight to the floor. Every loonie sheep hypnotized by the feed. I thought it was wired a decade back when I last did some publishing. That was but a foreplay. And you keep on keeping your faces to the floor — of the echo chambers crafted by the algorithm? Why would you do that? Stay folded to this crafted finity? See you on the dark side of the moon.”
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
That's what they told me when I was young.
But alas, this process of exploring the path,
of dropping in some pointers, blueprints and maps,
it's ridiculous.
I thought it was wired a decade back,
when I last did some publishing.
That was but a foreplay.
Right now, what we have is,
the algo holds their folded faces to the floor,
and every day the paperboy brings more, content of the same format,
to your preference, such as feeds the ads.
That's all.
And you keep your face on the floor,
folded into the loom of the agenda.
Okay, so this is an echo chamber, right?
Your horizons are significantly restricted
by the algorithm.
There is no interest in providing actual exposure
to the whole spectrum of human knowledge and experience.
See you on the dark side of the moon.