DO YOU THINK YOU ARE REAL

In a world where every thought is priced, and even dreams wear a barcode, We forget to ask—are we real, or just products on a shelf? Capitalism wraps us in shiny packages, teaches us to sell ourselves before we even know who we are. It whispers that value lives in money, not meaning. But beneath the ads and algorithms, something quiet aches. A soul, maybe. Or just the last breath of a self we never owned.