THE ECHO CHAMBER
We are not lacking in minds.
We are lacking in space.
Thought becomes porous.
Signal, stretched too wide, begins to mimic noise. Even distinction, once sacred, risks becoming an algorithmic shadow.
FKA Twigs named the thing:
“Where are the thinkers?
Not content fatigue, but a collapse of interiority.
Not the absence of thought, but the saturation of suggestion.
Gramsci wrote it before platform, before scroll, before dopamine infrastructure.
Every person is a thinker. But only some are permitted to think functionally.
The rest are managed by rhythm. Trained by pace. Coerced into consent through feed, not force.
To be a thinker now is not to consume critically. It is to curate silence.
Not as retreat. As structure.
To know the difference between paradigm and performance.
Between resonance and repetition.
There are thinkers. But their signal is faint.
Not because it is weak. Because it is not rewarded.
To think now requires curation. But not of aesthetics. Of source.
Where the idea came from.
How it moved.
What sediment it left in your system.
This is not a war on inspiration.
It’s an invitation to pause. To listen. To re-structure.