Perhaps... (Blog 67)

(7/15/2025) In July 2020, I lay in a hospital bed—Covid-19 in combination with my diabetic state acting as a critical mass raging through my body, agent Death tightening its grip, and the world outside erupting in fake outrage over things they have little control or input on regardless of volume. Five years later, nothing’s changed except our methods of distraction. Social media’s fantasy has only grown more outlandish: AI-driven opinionated articles posed as real news, deepfake gorillas eating mushrooms in the woods, performative virtue-signaling flooding every timeline and let’s not forget our favorite Stormtrooper Gregg and his misadventures of playing Ice agent. We’re still compelled to police each other’s thoughts, to bully silence into complicity, to demand allegiance in a war of perpetual “perhaps…” Perhaps we need change. Perhaps we can’t stomach the truth. In-fact, I know we can’t. Perhaps we’re simply too exhausted to care. And through it all, I fought for my life, only to return to the same digital colosseum where logic and empathy go to die. This blog below isn’t a political manifesto, nor are any of my other deep dive essays on different, yet the same subject matter—it’s a warning. If Judge-Dread justice or Axis-ruled highways seem extreme, consider our own zeitgeist: instantaneous trials by keyboard, mob verdicts without evidence, lives reduced to hot takes. I’m not here to guilt-trip you into a TikTok rant that no one will watch or care you made; I’m here to remind you that self-preservation isn’t cowardice, maybe survival but seen as masturbation. So unplug, breathe, and choose your own playlist—because history’s being written by the dumbest loudest voices, and they don’t give a damn about you nor can they articulate what they stand for and why...

Perhaps…
https://mineofilms.me/perhaps/
by David-Angelo Mineo
6/1/2020
1,615 Words
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