We set foot on the Moon half a century ago, yet today we can’t even retrace that step. The pinnacle of human ambition has somehow regressed into bureaucracy and spectacle. Our art has decayed into algorithmic mass-produced noise with no soul. Our architecture, once a defiant statement of beauty and low time preference, now looks like it was designed by committees afraid of offending geometry.
If you’ve read Isaac Asimov’s Foundation, you’ll recognise the patterns.
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