Every platform promises connection.
But connection built on performance always comes with a price.
The more we post, the less of us remains.
We share so much that we start to forget what’s ours.
Logging in feels like undressing in front of strangers—habitual, a little thrilling, a little numb.
You tell yourself it’s harmless.
You tell yourself you’re in control.
But the moment you hit post, your reflection stops belonging to you.
Maybe that’s what makes the digital world so addictive—it offers exposure without intimacy.
A place to be seen, but never known.
And in that strange freedom, we become our own audience, clapping for echoes that never touch back.