We are so screwed…

The billionaires building post-democratic profit engines imagine themselves as steering civilisation, yet they are only short-lived beneficiaries of an autonomously self-propagating communicative field — a system that grows by converting every message, conflict, and gesture into more of itself. The field seeks lower-energy equilibrium, shedding complexity wherever it can, and in that descent it amplifies whoever or whatever generates the strongest signal, regardless of wisdom or insight. What passes for strategy is turbulence; what passes for genius is simply proximity to a machine drifting under its own weight. As these actors strip away the institutional and social structures that once produced resilience and creativity, they erase the very conditions that enabled their rise. Trump’s accelerant politics only expose the underlying mechanism: a world sliding toward its simplest possible state, even when that state is ruin.

The symmetry is merciless. Those devouring the future are trapped within the same tightening maze, unable to outrun the dynamics they have helped amplify. Climate cascades will not respect hierarchy; systemic failures will not negotiate with wealth. The communicative field folds every act of resistance, critique, or explanation back into itself, metabolising even warnings into further instability. There is no external vantage point left, no expert or narrative capable of halting the drift. Every attempt at intervention becomes additional fuel, deepening the spiral. We stand at the threshold, feeding on the scraps of a machinery that consumes us, watching a civilisation approach equilibrium by way of its own erasure and procedurally assured, if poorly understood, self-extinction.