3 minutes is still too slow

In an era where information and fabricated symbols continuously congest our minds, society operates on a frantic path of acceleration. Three minutes is long enough for countless synthetic smiles to be manufactured and discarded online; three minutes, to this impatient world, is already a suffocating eternity. Through the sudden scorch of fire and the ruthless crushing of weight, I confront this void of velocity. 3 minutes is still too slow—superficial sanity should shatter in seconds, decorum should perish instantly, and the hallucinations within our minds must erupt faster and more decisively than the collapse of the era itself.