Reset

Power dresses itself in tailored certainty, but it runs on the same brittle circuits as the rest of us. The billionaires, the opportunists, the half-literate fist-pumpers who mistake grievance for strategy — they’re just another jittery species dancing under a star that occasionally throws a Carrington-class mood swing. One electromagnetic hiccup, and every boast, every algorithmic delusion, every polished lie ends up blinking in the same dark, kicking dust, wondering why the world suddenly stopped taking orders.