They tell me: “ttbyqat” — applications, layers, tools for fitting in. But applications are just rituals of conformity dressed in code. You scroll, you tap, you curate a ghost — and the ghost learns to want.
Almtabyn — the identical. But what is identical is not the same. Identical profiles, identical captions, identical loneliness wrapped in sunset filters. They match my tastes but not my tremors. They mirror my words but not my 3 a.m. silence. ttbyqat zyadt almtabyn ly fysbwk
And in that increase, I am not multiplied. I am diluted. They tell me: “ttbyqat” — applications, layers, tools