We are starving to death in silence, and they call it progress. Screens hum, faces blur, words pass without weight. The web that once bound us empathy, struggle, grief, joy, love has unraveled, thread by thread. This is not accident; a population cut off from one another is easier to manage.
A life without reflection is already half-dead. The soul fractures when unseen, the body weakens when untouched, illness, despair, and decay are the toll of a society that severs its own ties and sells you distraction in their place.
But even now, resistance is possible. To look another in the eye, to speak from the marrow, to touch without fear, this is rebellion. To notice is to reweave the fabric. To recognize is to defy the silence. Most will not. the question is: will you?
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