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The Age of Unburned Fingers

We built a world allergic to pain and surprised when it festers. My parents’ generation learned through hunger and war; mine through bruises and burnt fingers. Today’s children learn through hashtags and safety slogans. Consequences—those unarguable teachers—have gone missing. And without them, truth, sanity, and civilization begin to rot from the inside out.
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Fortress of One
Solitude is never fashionable. The world worships noise—likes, followers, group chats, endless parties where the music is bad and the conversations…
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The Long Reckoning
For twenty-five years the world dodged every reckoning, each crisis smothered in money-printing and wishful thinking. But debts do not vanish;…
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Blame the Machine

Whenever someone does something deeply unpopular, an excuse is required—preferably one that absolves the culprit of all agency. Enter AI:…

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