28-01-2019.
The cursor blinks. The clock flips to 2:48.
I save the file. Close the laptop. The silence in the room isn’t peaceful. It’s the sound of a life being lived in lowercase, in private tabs, in the space between a dopamine spike and the shame that follows.
28-01-2019.
The cursor blinks. The clock flips to 2:48.
I save the file. Close the laptop. The silence in the room isn’t peaceful. It’s the sound of a life being lived in lowercase, in private tabs, in the space between a dopamine spike and the shame that follows.