Bernard Edmonds
We move as we’re told, turn where we’re led. Tested. Trapped. The maze expands, but the walls stay the same. Every choice feels like freedom until you see the ceiling. A cultural idol appears—a Rat Messiah. We follow, devout and desperate. Salvation sold by the ounce, meaning measured in likes and shares.
Who leads the way? Who holds the cheese?
This is a reverence for our systems, for the god we’ve made in our own image. A rat king.