Some days it feels like we’re living in a tower built from manuals.
Every trade, every profession, every algorithm now speaks in tongues.
We’ve replaced conversation with interfaces. How do we cope?

Evidently trapped in a world fixated on blame games and constantly pummelled by media obsessed with fear and sex, I stand here, nearly forty years old, looking down at my two knowledge-hungry children, wondering how the fuck I’m supposed to propel them into a future that has never been more uncertain.