Philosophically Underinvested

It’s not that people are too broke to care.
It’s that they’re too divided to value anything correctly.
Too stimulus-poisoned to recognize craft.
Too flattened by convenience to approach meaning with any kind of reverence—
especially when it comes to flags.

The symbols are still flying,
but the understanding beneath them has collapsed.

It’s hard to keep making in a world where the response is a shrug,
or worse—an inflamed mob, hell-bent on protecting their right to be offended
by destroying yours to speak.

The work starts to feel invisible—
not because it lacks substance,
but because the eyes around it have lost their ability to see.

But when everything synthetic fails—
someone, somewhere, will go looking for the blueprint.

And it will already be here.