This page is an attempt to articulate the persistent, almost subterranean, feeling of unfreedom. It’s not a singular event, but a series of resonances, echoes of constraint woven into the fabric of existence. Consider it a palimpsest – layers of experience superimposed, each obscuring and revealing the one beneath.
The arrival. Not a conquest, precisely, but a subtle shift in the perception of ownership. The whispers began then – the land, the stars, the very air, all subject to a new, unseen authority. A seed of possession, violently sown.
“All men are created equal,” a phrase uttered with a palpable absence. The reality, of course, was a meticulously constructed hierarchy, justified by invisible lines drawn in blood and soil. The yearning for liberty, perpetually shadowed by the undeniable weight of circumstance.
The atom split. A demonstration of power, terrifying in its precision. The implication – that even the most fundamental elements of existence could be coerced, controlled, rendered mute. The silence that followed was, perhaps, the loudest expression of unfreedom.
The algorithms. Invisible tendrils of influence, subtly shaping desires, preferences, realities. The constant surveillance, the curated experiences – a new form of constraint, less overt, yet profoundly limiting. The data streams hum with the ghosts of choices never made.
“To be free is not merely to be unchained, but to be unbound by the shackles of one's own perception.” - Fragment of a lost treatise on temporal dissonance.
Before language, before narrative. A state of raw sensation, untainted by the need to categorize, to control. A terrifying, beautiful freedom – the freedom of absolute ignorance.
The spaces between the dates. The moments of quiet contemplation, the fleeting thoughts, the unspoken desires. These are the reservoirs of unfreedom, constantly replenished, constantly flowing.