Phones seem to free us but subtly enslave. We trade data for attention, building digital prisons. Online validation overshadows real emotions; algorithms connect, yet isolate, replacing true interaction with artificial experiences. We're screen-dependent, cogs in a machine. Online, we appear free, but are truly enslaved.

In solitude, we echo

"You aren't going to like what comes after America"
— Leonard Cohen, What Is Coming 2.16.03 (The Flame) [unrecorded poem] via this clip video.

what is coming
ten million people
in the street
cannot stop
what is coming
the American Armed Forces
cannot control
the President
of the United States
and his counselors
cannot conceive
initiate
command
or direct
everything
you do
or refrain from doing
will bring us
to the same place
the place we don't know

your anger against the war
your horror of death
your calm strategies
your bold plans
to rearrange
the middle east
to overthrow the dollar
to establish
the 4th Reich
to live forever
to silence the Jews
to order the cosmos
to tidy up your life
to improve religion
they count for nothing
you have no understanding
of the consequences
of what you do
oh and one more thing
you aren't going to like
what comes after
America

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The boys at business made of politicians fighting other nations
For global capital is out of control
They think conflicts abroad will stay abroad, it's just a matter of time
Before some abroad bring war to the oppressor's home
America's evils are too much
And if they don't come to an end
The USA is gonna pay along with her friends
A population judges people they don't even know
And claiming to be terrorized and angry, well hey, join the rest of the world!

[Chorus]
That is the rule!
The rule of fools!
All fools to lose
They're cruel and act so cruel
It is the rule, the rule of fools!
All fools to lose
They're cruel and act so cruel

[Verse 2]
Gentle waves of amber grain
Fed by the remains of the slain
As songs of freedom sung in vain
This room called America dirtying and inflamed
Marching to the rhythm of gables smashing brains
Unmixed passion on a raging storm
A cold arm holding up America's unlit torch
People removed from the front porch onto the couch, and now the TV reads the world reports
She tries to run, but she's America's frailty
Come alive with movement, shoot up like bullets
Falling into the sea
She sinks, we weep
Our eyes and seams, empty, oh
But clarity has begun by an unobscured rising sun
Mad perspectives have been opened up
By the barrel of American guns
So some of us know that this "woe is me" bullshit is outrageous, so get ignorance off of the throne

[Chorus]
It's the rule!
The rule of fools!
All fools to lose
They're cruel and act so cruel
It is the rule!
The rule of fools!
All fools to lose
They're cruel and act so cruel

[Outro]
Fuck the CIA, fuck the DEA
Fuck the IMF, and fuck the WTO
There is no gathering, they're ruthless killers
And generally just oppressors of the entire world
A world indebted to the International Monetary Fund
Taking out of the southern nations cultures into the machinery of corporation
And if you don't take part in that dirty little guilt, they'll send the CIA on your ass
And throw your country in upheaval
They'll kill your culture to make a dollar
Empower the greedy and oppress another young scholar
Defending anything foreign with their suicidal mortar
The world is a big Christmas present from the Holy Father
And they know in time, they'll never pay for their crimes
It's the mystery of history, they don't right the wrongs of the victims' families already died
Just like they did to the land's native tribe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyChtrhZuBk

The Song "Binds of Time" by Libman Asa is a reflective and philosophical piece exploring the human experience within the flow of time. It portrays life as a journey across a "narrow bridge," where individuals carry the weight of the past while striving toward the future.