We live in the illusion of freedom, but in reality we are driven by habits like cheap automation that never asks for permission. Every day the same loop: the same wine, the same scroll, the same monkey on your back. We think we choose, but in reality ego and bad taste are running the show.
And then — it starts to crack. And in that glitch, space appears. Not clean, not stable, just a moment that no longer works the way it should.
But YOU don’t fix it. Don’t explain it. You simply stop going the same way as before.
Less thinking. More feeling.
More life that doesn’t fit into form.
And that’s where something finally starts to move.
