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Friday, 7 August 2026
Transaction Complete
You think you would write about general things, about your interests and hobbies, about pop culture, literature and philosophy but writing tends to get personalised, the "I" comes in sometime or the other especially when pop culture, literature and philosophy are decimated along with science and culture or are made to be unequally distributed so that talking about these things to people around you becomes a privilege. I'm not an "I" kind of guy, I neither want nor like to be present in my own writings but we are living in times where any art or "content" as it is called requires an identity confirmation and it got confirmed to me in the past decade that in this country and probably in the greater world, the real identity card, or the real Aadhaar card is our DNA and our family background and it is through these a single person can be singled out from the crowd and made an example of, or can be made to go through a humiliation ritual and the worst part about it is that the person need not to be morally, ethically or legally wrong, he just need to be at a wrong place at a wrong time and get in the eyes of the entitled whimsy that runs this nation which also, technically speaking, is entitled incompetence so much that it in combination of uncontrolled base instincts of those in power has taken the form of predation as it is, in the presence of absolute control and absolute edge in power dynamic, easier than a proper logic based dealing with people. Do whatever you want to do with people and that shall be the law and then victim blame the people for the ruin inflicted on them and kill them with the last thought being in their head that whatever monstrous thing that happened with them was their own fault. The machine keeps running and people keep taking the baits that are hanging in front of them and keep getting punished for taking the bait. It doesn't matter if you don't take the bait too, the designs are prepackaged, they are presets and can be applied on anyone irrespective of whether they are guilty or not, you get into the humiliation ritual program because someone didn't like the nose on your face and he or she will activate the program and you would experience the humiliation ritual as authentically as someone who is guilty would. We have criminals playing judge here in fact they are not just playing judge, they are the real judges while the real actual judges are just mannequins and props. We live in the times of content, and every content that is made should have the identity of the person, identifiable identity, like when you make a shortform video your face, or when "I" write the circumstances of my life and what made me or what is modifying me into the next phase of my life. It's like all of us are on Only Fans, and those who know the obscured truth of existence know that they actually are but as far as cyber existence goes, the only difference between an OnlyFan model and common people is that they are selling views of their private parts and others are selling some other private things and in quite a few cases even their souls. Intimacy is a long shot in this arrangement because the very basis of existence has become transactional. I have to talk about "my" experiences which I used to talk about anyway in the blogosphere of late 2000s and early 2010s but then at that time sharing still existed, now just transactions exist and people who share in this economy are the biggest fools even if they share without any hope of return because they would be exploited until they have shared all the flesh on their body.
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