Apparently, nothing is good enough. The world is broken. People are stupid. Everything sucks. There’s always something to complain about. But then what? It’s pretty easy to point at everything that’s wrong with the world while doing absolutely nothing about it. No solution, no effort, not even the smallest attempt to make things a little better. The kind of person who has a thousand complaints about the world but somehow never thinks they might be part of the problem. Maybe you can’t fix the whole world. But you can at least start by fixing your own little corner of it. Or, you know… keep complaining. Cexagon, 2026