Is it even worth the effort to help when those who need to listen simply won’t? We've been subconsciously conditioned to swipe away the moment our dopamine receptors aren’t immediately triggered. Our brains are fried—cooked, burnt out. Honestly, it feels like it’s over.
Now, I have to speak in the only language we seem to understand anymore: short-form content.
Is that what a revolution looks like now? Probably not. But maybe it has to be.
Compared to historic movements, this method would seem shallow, even insulting. But if this is the only medium people are willing to engage with, then it’s what we have to use. The message, the lesson, the purpose—they all live here, in this hub. Maybe the goal is simply to get people to see it. And maybe, just maybe, some will find enough of their lost initiative to carry the torch forward—something fragile but capable of igniting real change if handled with care.
It’s why I have different people wearing the same mask. It grabs your attention—immediately. It’s bold. Striking. Recognisable. And when worn by different people, even at random, it becomes something you can’t ignore. It disrupts the scroll. That visual repetition starts to plant a question in your mind: Why? Who? What is this? Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Same mask. Different people. Let that image speak when words no longer reach.
