A sardonic open letter to the idealists who followed the vision, only to watch it curdle into something else entirely. The true believers who defended the indefensible, rationalized the contradictions, and woke up one day to find themselves holding the bag.
Dear Jonas — we tried to tell you. But you had to learn it the hard way.
The production mirrors the emotional arc: hopeful synths giving way to something colder, more mechanical. The voice of someone who’s past anger, settled into weary resignation.