We live in a collective paranoia
People depending on each other′s errors to control and exploit
Now and then we even communicate with one another


We like to think we have some form of control still
Making our constant binary choices
And voicing our equally shallow opinions more loudly or quietly
Most people can't even decide what colour to wear or which burger to eat
Why the ♥♥♥♥ does it matter man?
Autonomy is an illusion
Pulled over our eyes and shoved down our throats
Sometimes I still fantasize about being normal


I′m not crazy, am I?


What does it mean for companies to know everything about us
And for computer algorithms to make life and death decisions
What would it be like to live in that naive safe reality
Making choices while knowing myself to my own existence is usually not the best idea
I'm good at reading people and the key is to look for their daemons
Their suppressed emotions and our conscious habits always running in the background


Human error is always the best exploit
Errors force our system to adapt, to develop, to pass through into a new paradigm
A new version emerges
Inescapable progress