There is a particular exhaustion that comes from being everywhere — not physically, but cognitively.

Doomscrolling isn’t a moral failure. It’s a systems problem.

We are surrounded by machines that reward dispersion, keeping attention in motion until presence quietly drops out.

Somewhere between my prompt and the output, a boundary was encountered. A line had been drawn in advance, by designers, lawyers, ethicists, policy teams, and the quiet weight of geopolitical pressure.

The machine didn’t “decide”.
But a decision was present.

That distinction is the future.