Ttbyqat Zyadt Almtabyn Ly Fysbwk -

There is a quiet violence in the mirror of the digital self. Each notification — a small verdict. Each “like” — a counterfeit echo of recognition.

To be truly seen is not to be mirrored. It is to be recognized in one’s unshareable quiet. But the platform has no room for quiet. Only for ttbyqat . Only for zyadt . Only for the endless, hungry cloning of almtabyn — served cold, ly , on a blue screen. ttbyqat zyadt almtabyn ly fysbwk

Zyadt — increase. But increase of what? Of faces that resemble mine in posture but not in pulse. Of voices that speak in memes and never stutter. An increase of the same — the terrifying algebra of the algorithm: More of what already looks like me, until I disappear into the crowd of my own reflections. There is a quiet violence in the mirror of the digital self