You have been building it for years now in drawers. With labels. With excel sheets. With strategies. With the smiles of people who know how to speak of “resilience” while designing who will endure and who will be left over. You package it. You sell it. You award it. You present it as progress, as maturity, as the only road. And every time you ask the same thing from everyone else. To stand quietly on the shelf. To watch. To applaud, preferably. To accept that History is a product and that all that belongs to them is the role of spectator.

I have no more space left in my head for those kinds of promises.