Now write what you see, what is and what is to take place hereafter.

I see a world where everyone speaks at once, but no one is listening.

I see a great multitude scrolling on devices shaped like tombstones.
They worship a silent, hidden god. Its prophets provide influence. Its miracles provide reach.

I retreated to practice being connected without joining, to be present without performing. I don't write for an audience, but for the possibility.

If you’re reading this, thank you... or sorry. That depends on how much you enjoy low-stakes musing disguised as insight.

Either way, I’ll keep writing. Not because I think anyone’s listening but because this quiet corner is a place where somebody could.