Chapter 12 – You’ve Been Funkt

This chapter sounds alive.

Funk rhythms, dance floors, bodies in motion, consent, romance, stimulation. But the brightness is tactical. Dopamine becomes medication. Movement becomes avoidance. Connection becomes anesthesia.

You are no longer trying to understand the collapse. You are trying to manage living inside it.

Every attempt to feel better eventually loops back to the same truth: the darkness never left. You just turned everything else up.

This is maintenance, not joy.