What I saw over the summer, even before, I don't know how it began, I never ended up seeing how it ended, I just happened to be there.
The only conclusion I could come up with was that the world wasn't real. That was the only possible answer. But if the possible is impossible, then the impossible must become plausible. I've seen the ploy used before, but when it applies to yourself there becomes no way out.
But, pondering one's own sense of self doesn't counter out one's ongoing reality. That being said by the weekend after the project I had already seen a new form. Though still on the same video posting platform, it had been a live stream, or you could say it had been a multitude of them. I'm pretty sure the algorithm is crused. It is clear that it had become a trend to get as many interactions possible. The accounts having over the necessary quota of followers while having barley any content on their page. It was the easiest way for them to grow their profile.
I have for a while believed that humans are crused. Crused as in their lives have a cursed path, but at any moment they could set themselves free from it, yet no one has done enough to stop the many crused paths. If I had lived longer, I still wouldn't have been able to end a single crused path unless someone else was able to be the catalyze.
The more I think about it there is only one person I was aware of at the time who could have been capable of understanding both the problem and the culture, the one who showed me the bounds of that world in the first place.