Digital Labyrinth

We scurry through the days like rats in a maze, thinking we’re choosing our paths,

never realizing the walls were built long before we learned to run. Every corridor is

lit just enough to keep us moving forward— screens glowing, ads whispering,

algorithms shaping our desires the way a lab hand shapes behavior with crumbs. We call it freedom.

They call it design. And above us, behind the code, the Matrix hums. Invisible.

All-knowing. A system that feeds on our attention, our routines, our quiet compliance.

We chase rewards they programmed. We fear dangers they simulated. We cling to illusions

they projected onto the plastic surface of our reality. Sometimes, in the glitch moments—