Void Society is built for the painfully self-aware; a sanatorium for existentialism; a place where surface-level noise is cut through to reveal the machinations of civilisation that keep us sedated as we sleepwalk through the smog of late-stage capitalism, tribalism and anxiety, clinging to impractical applications of philosophy and choking down Starbucks to stay just cognisant enough to face the static. The writing here sits at the intersection of art, philosophy and the everyday, where most of us feel the contradictions pressing in.

Music, fashion and the ritualistic rites of being human are explored in the context of what it all means when you refuse to posture in the way society demands, and uncensored cultural criticism reveals what actually sits beneath the surface as silent thoughts are screamed, and philosophy is pulled out of abstraction.