You hear it first in the numbers.Then you hear it in the street.They tell you the numbers are truth. They wear the numbers like armor: blue bars, red arrows, lines that climb and fall across a white screen. They call it Analytics. They call it Insight. They call it Truth.But

It came sudden, like gunfire after too long a silence. Lights flipped on. Roaches ran. The kind of moment you don’t see coming but feel in your bones three days before it hits. When the air grows heavy and the coffee tastes wrong. That’s how you know.They thought no one would notice. Thought