Systems are built to flatten people, who are already willing, into categories.

 Platforms are built to flatten individuals into categories: “Introvert.” “Neurodivergent.” “INTJ.” “Psycho.” “Empath.” “Misfit.” “Nerd.” “Survivor.” “Bookworm.” And so on. From the outset, they are already willing—driven by that very weakness that has enslaved humanity. Naturally, even the most “radical” among them can be effortlessly classified, often under terms like “rebel” or “anarchist.” Once people start to believe in these categories, their imagination becomes domesticated. Since capitalism doesn't only shape lives but also identities, they begin to critique themselves using the system’s own logic—feeling guilt for not being “productive,” frustration for not being “attractive,” or shame for not being “confident and sociable.” People choose a role to play, as if on a stage—or one is assigned to them—and they perform it. Each carries within their mind an idealized identity, and each endlessly rehearses it. All of them cry out, “I want to exist,” and it is this very cry that causes them to cease to exist. They search for “matching,” yet any kind of space that attracts only a certain type—whether it be the “religious” one, the “melancholic” one, or the “intellectual” one—will always, eventually, become a marketplace of selves. Modern culture, in its desperation for validation, has sterilized all innovation; dating is a checklist, friendship is a series of performed affirmations. Everyone is "relatable," and thus, no one is real. Once the entire species has mastered acting, all that will remain is a distant, static dream, where only abandoned, empty bodies that are pleased with their situation wander around for eternity.