Dostoyevsky said we silence the wise to soothe the idiots.
But in our time, we didn’t need to silence them—
just scroll past, mute, unfollow.
Actual insight became bad vibes.
The carnival of curated absurd identities marched on,
mirrors banned for disrupting the aesthetic.
But let’s be honest—
we weren’t born idiots.
We were trained.
Fed screen dopamine like pigeons in a lab,
rewarded for likes, punished for pause,
taught to fear nuance like a virus.
We all joined the game to an extent, on the spectrum,
where performance is ourselves,
and dissonance is a crime.
Now it’s musical chairs in a shrinking circle—
run faster, smile wider,
pray your seat still exists when the music stops.
And the horror?
Not cancellation,
but the quiet suggestion
that you might end up back in that cubicle
under fluorescent lights
explaining synergy to Greg the manager.
But maybe—just maybe—
the only winning move
is to stop playing.
Step out of the circle.
Take what ever social “hit” required.
Let them have the chairs.
You weren’t born for metrics. You were born to remember who you are.
You weren’t made to fit the grid. You were meant to burn through it.
You were never the chair, never the dance. You are the silence it all tried to drown.
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