Brand New Days
Today is a symbolic day for people in my country. I feel like something was taken from me. There's no internet like the one that used to exist up to yesterday.
Everything can be monitored now. Your opinion. Your toxicity. Your thoughts. The porn you watch. Your face. The games you play, the people you talk to in the big, centralized media. There are many people that don't see this as a problem, some even see it as necessary.
How did we get here? Children can't play games anymore. The state killed something that was totally ordinary and organic.
How much more will we lose? Are we terrorists yet?
There's some kind of grief that comes with losing something no one will hold a funeral for. The internet we had was chaotic, it was ugly, but it was ours. You could be nobody in it, or somebody, or both at once, and nobody had to know. That's gone. What replaced it has the same name but a different nature, like a word that slowly changes meaning until it means the opposite of what it used to. We are being asked to live inside that word and pretend we don't notice the difference.
We were never asking for permission.
We won't stop existing.
These are our brand new days.