Post-Collapse Dispatch #47:
The future isn’t coming.
It’s already here.
It’s just awkwardly loitering by the vending machine, pretending to text while civilization rots behind it.
We’ve got AI writing love letters, billionaires building rocket escape pods, and a climate so broken it’s basically a Mad Max audition tape.
Meanwhile, we’re arguing about what the word truth even means.
Civilization didn’t fail all at once.
It politely excused itself, said it was going out for cigarettes, and never came back.
Stay alert. Stay strange. Stay human.