We were not apathetic.
We saw. We spoke. We warned.
We tried to build better systems — fairer platforms, open protocols, ethical markets, human cities.

But the tide was strong.
Institutions co-opted, regulators captured, attention sold to the highest bidder.
The public, overwhelmed, chose convenience.
Our ideals lost to the machine — and the machine asked us to invest.

So we adapted. Bought shares in companies we despised.
Became landlords while questioning the morality of rent.
Participated in systems we once opposed, not out of greed — but as a kind of analgesic.
A quiet bargain: If I can’t stop it, at least I won’t be crushed by it.

This is not confession.
This is not pride.
This is witness.

We are not radicals. We are not revolutionaries.
We are people who still care, after caring has cost us.
Who still feel, after feeling has dulled others.

We live in the contradiction.
We want coherence without naivety.
We want engagement without delusion.
We want to remember how to act without pretending the world is better than it is.

If you feel this too — not just the anger, but the ache —
you are not alone.

Come. Let’s speak plainly.

 

If this speaks to you — even if only as a quiet “yes” — I’d like to hear from you.

This isn’t a movement. It’s a search party.