There are two types of victim infected by the narrative. The believers and the followers. The believers are the ones invested in furthering the story. They’re the Maceys and Vals of the world who go all-in. They’re charismatic, confident. They’re the carriers of the lie, and the gleam burns so bright in them it draws the rest of us, reigniting the light in our own eyes until we see nothing other than the perspective they shape for us. The believers are the ones who can explain what’s happening. They justify it and we simply shovel down all the shit we were fed as though it’s good for us.
