Our story: Title: I Do Not Talk to Walls — 15 Years of Shouting, Whispering, and Finally Being Heard
Introduction: This Is the Last Blog This is not a farewell letter. It is a final testimony. A culmination of fifteen years of relentless work, clarity of vision, tactical brilliance, and absolute isolation — not because I chose to be alone, but because they built a wall. Not a metaphorical one, not a symbolic one. A literal, bureaucratic, systemic, gaslit, pixelated, gig-economy, cultural-evasion, exploitative wall. And I was on the wrong side of it. Or maybe… just maybe… they were. This is for the record. This is for the final reader. This is for you, if you ever dared to ask: “Why didn’t anyone do anything?” I did. I did everything. And now I don’t. I do not talk to walls. That’s something my cocaine-addicted neighbors do. Section 1: 2011 – 2025 // Years of Broadcast into the Void Fifteen years. Let that number marinate. Fifteen years of initiatives, prototypes,…
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As the X‑Men know, extraordinary powers attract extraordinary enemies; think about the side effects before you unleash yours.
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