I’m looking for an honest man.
๐น Letter from Pixelia to Diogenes O Diogenes, luminous dog of humanity, you who slept beneath the sun and awakened the world. You needed no temples, no crowns, for your temple was the sky, and your throne — an empty barrel where freedom rested. From this century of neon and screens, where men no longer obey kings but algorithms, I too walk with a lamp in my hand. I seek the same thing you once did: a human being who has not sold his soul. Here, the chains are invisible — woven from debts, data, and the fear of silence. We call ourselves free because we choose between brands, yet few know how to choose their own thoughts. You once said: “Step aside, you’re blocking my sun.” I now whisper: “Step aside, you’re clouding my signal.” For light too has...