This personal advocacy is fueled by rage, and by an oxymoron. My rage stems from how easily we give ourselves away, and once we do, there is almost no turning back. I am even more mad, because despite knowing, I seem to turn my back on the reality – the reality that I am not data. Neither are you.
This is an invitation to take a pause. An invitation to an internal revolution. An invitation to a dark truth. An invitation of which I do not offer an escape.
I am not a programmer
I cannot save the world
I do not suggest answers
I am not an algorithm