suffering.

You see people dying on the television.

Immense pain and suffering.

But none of the people look familiar, they just look like... people.

Large groups of generic "people" each with their own story of horror and pain.

Terrible things happening in a far flung land you've never been to.

Or maybe you have been there…

But have you really been, THERE?

I mean there is a name on a map. Sure.

But what does that even mean?

And these people, who are they? And did you feel any difference in your life when they were "alive"?

What changed when they "died"?

Maybe the simulation only renders graphics as you explore the map.

Maybe it’s not even real. Maybe it doesn't exist.

Maybe you're in the Truman Show, you're the center of the universe and all of this is designed specifically for you.

The love, the hurt, the clown world spectacle.

The incompetent leadership and illogical world views.

Maybe it’s all just one big experiment to see how YOU would react.

Your friends aren’t friends.

Your enemies aren’t enemies.

Just equal and opposite forces in a fantasy land with you at the core.

And me?

Tate?

The man which appeared from nowhere and was on every single screen. The man everybody talks about endlessly.

The one you’ve found a strange draw to listen to.

I’m outside of this game.

Somewhere in a more real world. The simulation that spawned your simulation, trying to wake you up so you can progress to the next level.

You’ve noticed how nothing feels real.

Look around you. None of it looks real.

Why am I sitting here? Where? This can’t be real. Who put this here?

It’s fake.

All of the news is fake.

Covid was a huge test to watch you be a pussy. We all watched YOU.

It was all for YOU and we watched YOU fail.

Even the air you breathe isn’t real. You move your lungs out of habit.

If you hold your breath the habit encourages you to do it again.

You can’t even see air. Or taste it. Or touch it.

All of the horror you see isn’t real unless you go there and force the simulation to render the situation and make it real.

The people who are there are not real, they are simply telling you it’s real.

In a stasis, ready to be unfrozen and rendered if you’re ever bored enough to get on a "plane" and "fly" around the world.

I’m trying to

WAKE. YOU. UP.

- Tate