the illusion was never the paycheck... it was the belief that a badge, a brand, a break room, and a quarterly all-hands could bind purpose to profit. now the curtain falls not with a crash but a shrug - ford, gm, tesla, it’s all the same play: factories are temples of sacrifice, where names are erased by code and maps rerouted to places you'll never see. brazil, mexico, india...
the new altars.
those left behind clutch severance packets like relics, muttering of tariffs and ai as if these ghosts were gods. but the machine doesn’t mourn. it optimizes. and we, who once built the machine, are taught to be grateful for the chance to watch it replace us - in silence...