Don’t touch the grass: Toxic Truth

When truth stops healing and starts burning.
When honesty becomes another form of cruelty.
A reflection on how sincerity corrodes faster than lies in the age of curated perfection.

It all started with one brave keyboard warrior: “This is garbage. Unoriginal. Stop pretending it’s deep.”

Then came another: “He’s not wrong.”

And boom — truth went viral.
Artists admitted they were selling panic not deep meanings.
Collectors confessed they were buying ego boosts.
Curators realized “new” just meant “algorithm-approved.”
By sunset, everyone was raw and painfully honest —and completely unbearable.
Because truth isn’t cleansing —it’s acid.

By morning, the system rebooted: “gm,” “love your work,” “so proud!”
The blockchain forgave.
The masks synced.
The lie respawned — version 2.0.

Lesson of the day: we don’t lie to hide truth —we lie because truth doesn’t scale.
Welcome back to the simulation.

Digital drawing, 2025