It is some time now we’ve been sinking into the state of everything around us being gamified out of recognition. There is hardly a moment we don’t find ourselves struggling not to become a “loser”—with an increasingly opaque set of rules. For that’s the meta-game: guess the game that is being played, a game in which you are nothing but a token. You think you are sick & want to see a doctor, but actually you are being played by an uncountable number of mysterious entities that only want to use you to win a share of taxpayer dollars, & no one will tell you what’s going on. You think you are communicating, but your message will be swept away at once & subjected to a thousand nameless indices before it ever finds its mark. It is not a word that is said but a straw thrown on the wind, in the incalculable hurricane of mostly gibberish. Gibberish is your answer, & gibberish is your home.
Your new home.