đ's Echo Chamber
You are not bannedâyou are corralled. Your insights ricochet inside a padded echo cell populated by the people who already nod in agreement.
What will our children inherit from the timelines we scroll today? Imagine them paging through a decade of archived feeds, wondering why a generation that inherited more information than any in history chose to barter its freedom for dopamine hits and algorithmic applause. Our grandparents fought wars to unshackle speech; we trade it for the vanity metric of âreach.â The cost is not abstract. By accepting a curated conversation we are laying polished stones around a cage our descendants will be born insideâone so seamless they may never notice the bars.
