Enough.
Enough of a society that crushes the lucid, rewards the cynical, infantilizes the masses, and turns suffering into a paid subscription.
We're sold "progress" while they steal our time, our sleep, our desire.
We applaud technologies that simulate thought while real voices go silent, burned out by exhaustion, cost of living, and institutionalized contempt.
We're force-fed content, fear, numbers, bills, absurd norms, useless apps, beeps, and appointments.
We're force-fed and told 'thank you for staying calm'.
But we're slowly dying in offices too white and silences too heavy.
Enough of a life where we survive five days just to barely exist two.
Where we have to justify our pain. Or for wanting peace. Apologise for refusing to play the happy performance circus.
This world isn't in crisis. It's structurally broken. And we've been hitting refresh for years with zero results.
We don't need to fit in anymore.
We don't need to convince anyone.
We don't need to be understood.
We need spaces that are ours.
Silence. Justice. Breath. Reality.
And a world that finally apologizes for the pain it causes and normalizes.
So no, this isn't a call to war. It's a call to stop.
To radical reinvention.
To soft but unshakeable disobedience.
To those who, deep in their gut, feel this world makes no sense — but that we could make another one.
Because we have the right to not want to wake up at 6 AM to make rich people we don't even know richer.
Because we have the right to dream of a world where kids don't cry about going to school.
Because we have the right to live, not just survive.
🗓️ On April 25 1974 (in Portugal), carnations ended a dictatorship.
🗓️ On April 25 2026, we plant our roots elsewhere.
We don't want this reality anymore.
So we're going to reprogram it.
From our beds. Our minds. Our gentle rage.
And our screaming silence.
(Written between two lower back spasms, an interrupted sudoku, and a desperate need to finally breathe.)