A Thermodynamic Failure of the Soul

Mood: Tired. Just tired of it all. The air always tastes of exhausted ozone and venture capital these days. It's a cloying stench that's polluting the beautiful bedrock of society. Tech Bros are currently engineering the loudest, most abrasive reality possible. They are building a surveillance state so privacy will become a privilage. They build massive data centers that vibrate the bedrock of quiet neighborhoods. They siphon water from Black and Brown throats to cool their servers. They shred the bindings of ancient, rare books to ingest the tactile history of our humanity into their algorithmic maws; and they genuinely believe they are doing us a favor. They preach disruption while they strip-mine the earth, and they exploit the worker, and they compress the rich, jagged friction of human culture into a sterilized, predictive slurry, and they have the audacity to sell it back to us as innovation. I hate them. I hate the venture capitalists in their fleece vests who talk about…