Onur Maran

Individuality is dying

Nowadays, everything feels grey. The dark gets darker, and the rest fades into the background. Some of us lose our uniqueness, blending into the crowd like worker ants in an endless anthill. Others convince themselves they’re part of something bigger, something unstoppable—and damn, they’re making things dangerously move with anger. Everything burns in red rage, while blue, once calm and steady, has sunk into passiveness. It used to mean peace. Now, it feels like it’s fading, struggling to mean what it once did.