Chameleon
A poetic reflection on people glued to their phones, possibly due to FOMO, escapism, or deeper societal issues, and a suggestion that real connection could start by simply engaging with others in person.
The Glow of Disconnection
A detached observer would note the eerie serenity of it all—an entire species lit by artificial stars in their palms, heads bowed not in prayer but in passive absorption. It’s not dystopia; it’s just Tuesday. These scenes are not rare. They are the new norm, as if the act of looking up risks exposure to something unbearable: reality, intimacy, or worse, boredom. Every screen glows not just with curated life, but with a quiet desperation to not be left behind in the feed.
And yet, if one were to pan out like a surveillance drone hovering over a city square, they might catch an anomaly—someone sitting still, not scrolling, not swiping. Just… being. It’s almost perverse. They might meet your gaze. They might ask your name. And in that break from the ritual, the algorithm shudders. Not because it’s threatened. But because it’s ignored.
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