Morning Run

A morning run, trying to run from feeling so angry at a world so willing to be lied to. It reminds me of the song: Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies. Except these aren't sweet—they're bitter, angry, and destructive, all for the gain of short-sighted, power-hungry billionaires.

Targeted messages reach you with precision. They know what you read, what you do—how you think. They shape their lies to fit your perception of the world.

Reject them. If you're feeling angry, that's no accident.