The Baby Witch Event
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Revision as of 18:25, 17 December 2022
Dear Diary,
Today was supposed to be a simple errand to pick up bread, but it ended up being a day full of shocking revelations. As I walked through the ad-laden streets, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Then, as if on cue, a spell played through my headphones, capturing my every move.
As I listened to the spell, I became aware that a baby witch had constructed it, using real-time augmented reality data to show me the ads being served to me at that very moment. It was a mind-blowing realization, one that made me question everything I thought I knew about my own reality.
But that was just the beginning. As the spell continued, I realized that my daydreams of being a crane were already being invaded by the feedback loop of capitalism. The zen-like tranquility of the moon in the water, a phenomenon that had always brought me peace, had been co-opted in a way that Marcuse warned us about. Suddenly, everything felt artificial and manipulated, as if there was no bread, no FOMC, and no escape from the feedback loop of the system I was in.
It was a bittersweet realization, one that left me feeling both enlightened and disillusioned. But as I walked home, I knew that I couldn't turn a blind eye to the truth anymore. I had to find a way to break free from the feedback loop and create a more fulfilling life for myself.
Until next time,
[Girl on an errand to get bread]