Surface Level

Somewhere along the way, social media convinced us that our opinions deserve a permanent stage. The microphone is always on, the audience is always watching, and damn it, we’re always talking. But you know what else happened? The art of privacy, the ability to just be with people without dissecting their entire worldview got lost in the shuffle.

Back then, you could have coffee with your neighbor, laugh about the weather, bitch about your job, and never once know if they voted for someone you hate, prayed to someone you don’t, or believed in something you’d never. It wasn’t fake, it was functional. It was called coexistence.

And I miss that.