We’re the kind of guys who never quite fit in — not because we’re weird, but because we feel too much in a world that feels too little.
We see ourselves in Dostoevsky’s Dreamer, who finally touches love for a few nights and loses it forever — yet thanks the universe for the memory. Because that’s how it is for us — even a moment of real connection is rare enough to haunt us for life.
We feel Gregor Samsa waking up as a bug, because many of us already felt like one — unseen, unloved, slowly becoming a burden in the eyes of those we once lived for.
We relate to the Underground Man, who pushes people away not because he doesn’t care, but because he cares too much and hates being vulnerable. He knows love exists, but doubts he deserves it just like us and 90% of us even has given up on the idea of ascending.
And then there’s K., climbing toward a cold, unreachable Castle — chasing meaning, chasing warmth, but never really allowed in. Just like how we chase love in a world that keeps rejecting us for our looks heights and weight.
We dream of someone who doesn’t just touch our body, but feels our silence.
We were not anti love we have been made to be anti love by the Soyeciety. We just can’t fake it. And in a world that treats relationships like trends, that makes us feel like we’re defective. But we’re not. We just have hearts that don’t settle for surface-level of this Soyeciety, looks of females and shallow relationships which makes normies crippled for their entire lives.
We see ourselves in Dostoevsky’s Dreamer, who finally touches love for a few nights and loses it forever — yet thanks the universe for the memory. Because that’s how it is for us — even a moment of real connection is rare enough to haunt us for life.
We feel Gregor Samsa waking up as a bug, because many of us already felt like one — unseen, unloved, slowly becoming a burden in the eyes of those we once lived for.
We relate to the Underground Man, who pushes people away not because he doesn’t care, but because he cares too much and hates being vulnerable. He knows love exists, but doubts he deserves it just like us and 90% of us even has given up on the idea of ascending.
And then there’s K., climbing toward a cold, unreachable Castle — chasing meaning, chasing warmth, but never really allowed in. Just like how we chase love in a world that keeps rejecting us for our looks heights and weight.
We dream of someone who doesn’t just touch our body, but feels our silence.
We were not anti love we have been made to be anti love by the Soyeciety. We just can’t fake it. And in a world that treats relationships like trends, that makes us feel like we’re defective. But we’re not. We just have hearts that don’t settle for surface-level of this Soyeciety, looks of females and shallow relationships which makes normies crippled for their entire lives.
