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Is “being human” now nothing more than a nostalgic memory?
Why is the modern human so exhausted?
Why so estranged?
What Remains of Humanity in Modern Times
A Fragmented Diary of Disorder
An Existential Critique – A Narrative of Shattered Consciousness
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* This audiobook is available in English only.
There was a voice, and it fell silent.
There was a heart, and it grew weary.
There was a time, and it was measured.
Then everything sped up — but nothing moved forward.
Screens gleamed, eyes went dark.
The human watched themselves, and forgot themselves.
Even dreams were now digital,
and sleeplessness had become a form of worship.
Once, we said “I”; now, we say “profile.”
Everyone is so close to one another,
yet no one can touch anyone.
Hearts are offline, souls in airplane mode...
This is not an act of remembering,
but the most human echo of a wreckage...
It was not written to condemn the human,
but to remind them once more that they are human.
For as the human was being crushed under the speed
they themselves had created,
the slowest thing to disappear was the heart.
If these diaries do not disturb you,
then either you have made peace with lies
or you have not yet truly awakened.
No one dies anymore — everyone slowly fades away.
And this is modernity’s greatest achievement...
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Sometimes it’s easier to listen to a journey before walking it yourself.
Below, you’ll find a long-form, podcast-style conversation that explores What Remains of Humanity in Modern Times in depth, from multiple angles.
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Note: These editorial sessions are in English. YouTube’s automatic subtitle translation can be used to follow along in other languages.
General Content and Structure
This work is the anatomy of the human quietly dissolving in the glittering chaos of the modern world.
A kind of autopsy of an era.
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On one side, the sacred glow of screens; on the other, the extinguished shimmer of the soul. The inner wholeness of the individual has been torn to shreds amid productivity calendars, performance fetishes, and digital identities. The human is no longer a living subject, but a watched data point. This work is a walk that passes through that disarray — not a critique of the system, but a diagnosis of existence.
It was written to find the heart that is being crushed beneath this “idol of speed” enthroned at the center of modernity. For today’s human knows everything, yet feels nothing. They manage time, yet lose their own inner time. They display themselves, yet cannot become visible to themselves.
The structure, composed of six sections, tells of the layers of a ruin and the quiet human echo seeping out from within that ruin. Each section is formally different: each a shattered aphorism. The text does not carry a classical sense of wholeness; it bears a fabric as fragmented as the consciousness of modern humanity. Sentences are cut short, meanings topple, thoughts are at times left unfinished — because the age itself is unfinished.
Throughout the work, the burden of the human effort to “be divine,” the shopwindow display of busyness, the values modernity has made us forget at high speed, and the mental structure enslaved by the attention economy are unfolded layer by layer.
On every page you will find an echo that touches you; yet that echo is not an answer — it is a reminder. For the work resolves nothing. It merely makes visible what has already come undone. And it leaves you with a silent question:
“Are you truly living, or merely being updated?”
This work is not a critique; nor is it a prayer... It is a mirror held up to the soul of an age, somewhere between the two. And in that mirror, everyone will see their own disappearance.
Contents
An Introduction to Fragmented Consciousness
I. Weary Gods Syndrome [1-10]*
II. The Showcase of Busyness [11-18]*
III. What Remains of Humanity in Modern Times [19-35]*
IV. The Age of Self-Surveillance [36-47]*
V. Slaves of the Attention Economy [48-57]*
VI. The Truth That Itches Within [58-66]*
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*The numbers in square brackets refer to poem numbers, not page numbers.