a parasite
I'm a parasite. I don't mean that in a bad way. Modern humans have been conditioned to make idealised parasite-free environments for ourselves, and because of this unfamiliarity we cast parasites in a very poor light. In the natural world parasites are just endured. Parasites are everywhere, infecting from vectors of food, water or insects. You eventually catch a few, if your body is strong you can shrug it off. If it is weak it will eventually kill you. From the perspective of free living organisms, parasites are nothing but a nuisance. But parasites are just weak creatures imprisoned by evolution to live inside monstrously large entities beyond their comprehension, struggling with all the tiny might against a system that is built to kill them.
The thing is we aren't free living organisms. Since the day we are born we are trapped in the bowels of these huge man made constructs that we hardly understand. Call them governments, democracies, markets, religions, algorithms, bureaucracies; all of them creak and groan as they indifferently crush human lives, but we somehow struggle and carve out our own niches and obtain some form of sustenance from them. We're soft, worm-like and vulnerable creatures in a hostile environment. We find our ways around the rules, manipulate the system, take what we can, reproduce to make cute baby parasites and sometimes make our own cozy cysts to get away from it all. Our survival depends on how good we are at being parasites.
On the internet I'm pretty much a parasite. I have an adblocker. I disable javascripts and delete cookies. I'm supposed to be the product but I do my best to minimise the information that I give off, sometimes even attempting to confuse algorithms with false information. I take as much as I can from the giant megacorps and give them as little as I afford. They try their best to eliminate my spaces. It's not a heroic struggle, I'm just a tiny mite burrowing under their epidermis.
All we can do is find our way around the enforcers in this hostile environment and make small spaces for our soft wormy selves. I think I'm a parasite and this is all very hopeful. A parasite can eventually kill its host.