We live in a city of shadows.

But the light is shifting and now the shadows fade, revealing the rock wall underneath.

The cave comes into focus.

What differentiates the old cave-

Plato’s cave of prisoners watching shadows on a wall, from the newest iteration, the goon cave?

How are the small rooms inhabited by solo masturbators, surrounded by screens, edging their pleasure, any different from Plato’s ignorant prisoners?

Because indeed they are different.

It is not the chains, or lack thereof.

It is their chosen behavior within the cave.

The classical prisoner is promised the enlightening power of the sun ☀️, the illuminating power of knowledge. Of capital T truth. If only they can escape the illusions. If only they can understand what they’re seeing even is illusion.

The gooner of the goon cave is born when the prisoner understands that there is freedom—real freedom—to be found inside the cave itself.

Because it is where we are.

Fully, irrevocably.

There is nowhere else.

This goon cave prisoner knows that it’s shadows all the way up and shadows all the way down.

There is no capital T truth to find.

The goon, this contemporary monk is pioneering a wholly western spiritual practice.

tantric, nor puritanical.

Edging is sustained attention. Media Meditation

A refusal to resolve.

A willingness to remain inside intensity long enough for it to transform.

In this prolonged threshold state, chains do not snap—they dissolve.

They lose relevance.

This show captures the spirit of the current media moment in its entirety: the saturation, the collapse of signal into noise, the total overlap of bodies, images, myths, markets, and desire.

It is not commenting on the moment from a distance—it is inside it, metabolizing it.

And visually, it is also a forecast.

This is what the next five to ten years are carrying toward us.

More layers.

More bleed.

More simultaneity.

More chaos.

That future can feel overwhelming.

Physically shattering.

What determines whether we survive it now is attitude.

The attitude proposed here is play.

Play is not frivolity.

It is a survival strategy.

Play allows movement inside both instability and the most rigid of structures.

Play allows submission to chance without surrendering agency.

Play extracts knowledge, direction, and value from chaos as one moves through it, rather than demanding that chaos resolve itself first.

What is breaking apart right now is everything we falsely relied on as base reality: institutions, narratives, cultural authorities, and inherited hierarchies of meaning.

What’s revealed beneath is not truth or order, but chaos—the infinitely moldable clay, the substrate of the universe.

This is where allegiance becomes dangerous.

Any rigid loyalty to identity, to hierarchy, to image-making orthodoxies—high versus low, human versus machine, pure versus corrupted—is a form of illusion-clinging.

These are psychological crutches from a world that no longer exists.

Dragging them into the future will only make the journey heavier, slower, more painful.

This is what I hold in contempt.

The stories that promise stability but produce paralysis.

The beliefs they form that mistake posture for ethics.

They turn fear into righteousness.

The knowing prisoner understands this.

The self-aware prisoner lets go.

They stop guarding dead structures.

They take on the mantle of player—not cynic, victim, or scolder—and in doing so gain flexibility, orientation, and momentum.

This is the code I’ve embedded here for you.

Not retreat. Not outrage. But play.

Story generation.

Myth-making inside collapse.

Do not walk into this blinding future clenched and screaming.

You must dance into it—attuned, adaptive, and unafraid to build new realities from the rubble.