A Hammer to Apathy

Forget the cautionary calls for restraint — this world doesn’t need saviors. It wants hands that claw at the roots, Sick fangs that grind old ideas to dust. Ideas aren’t soft; they’re detonators, charged and ready to shatter the silence. You don’t repair a broken machine by merely shining its rust. The absence of thinking is a pandemic— eradicate it like a disease. Smash apathy with a hammer. What we create afterward is in our hands.