O Idiota Dostoievski Direct

Dostoevsky calls it hell.

We live in the age of the algorithm. We are taught to be strategic. We curate our social media feeds, we practice our "elevator pitches," and we hide our genuine emotions behind a wall of ironic memes and calculated indifference.

Because in the end, the only thing worse than being called an idiot for loving too much... is being praised as a genius for not loving at all.

Myshkin ultimately fails. His story ends in ruin. He returns to the sanitarium, his mind shattered by the cruelty he witnessed. It is a bleak ending. But it is also a challenge.