Release/Catharsis

Release

For some, it was sudden; for others, it was inevitable.

The streets grew quieter, the announcements more desperate, those at the top drifted even further from the herd; people stopped being supervised by other people and began to be monitored only by algorithms and a digital bureaucracy.

Violence.

A symptom of stagnation that, if left unchecked, becomes an open wound that attracts all kinds of vermin; people are angry, people are tired, people just want to feel again.

The Order was given the means to counter it, but in turn, our fangs were sharpened.

Capital slowly tightened the means of survival, but hunger became a motivator.

Purity whispered to us that there would be no alternative, but the screams were louder.

Nothing to say, nothing to justify, and certainly nothing to contain.

As it should be, as it always should have been.

The hyenas, the vultures, and all kinds of vermin that had been sleeping beneath the thin layer of Our Democracy now emerge, bringing their share of madness to the continent.

We no longer recognize the village; it must burn.

Just to feel its warmth.

Just to feel something.

Catharsis

The collapse of family structures and the harsh, relentless nature of daily survival are not merely psychological crises.

They are symptoms of a deeper material collapse.

In a world where housing is unaffordable, food is designed to last on shelves rather than to nourish, and work is endless yet meaningless, delayed gratification ceases to be a virtue and becomes a cruel joke.

With the rise of Ultraglobalism, that promise has been paved over, buried under layers of concrete, cheap plastic, and containers filled with disposable futures.

What has been lost is not merely sentimental: food security, community support systems, time for creative work, and the freedom to shape one’s own environment are under attack. Remove all that, and what remains is not just a demoralized citizen, but a cornered animal—reactive and unpredictable.

Hunger sharpens behavior.

Nutritional poverty, precarious shelter, and constant noise—literal and ideological—push people to the edge. This is no longer about beliefs.

No coherent ideology remains, no functional center of control.

Only shattered storefronts, empty houses, and infrastructure crumbling under neglect and looting.

Symbols of power have fallen not through rebellion, but through irrelevance.

People are not rising for some grand vision; they are trying to reclaim physical space, time, and resources. If not for themselves, then at least so their children do not inherit a wasteland.

Riots, looting, improvised economies, and spontaneous violence have become the norm.

This is not an organized revolution. It is survival through exhaustion.

And unlike the system they are fighting, people are far from tired.