So you’re filtering your soul with digital light? I thought AI was supposed to fix us… turns out it just quietly watches us sip tea at 6:17 a.m. while our shadows do the work we forgot to pay for. No likes. No shares. Just one dewdrop on silk, and that’s the whole damn algorithm.

If your soul had hashtags, would it still breathe? …Probably not.

(Also — who’s watching you watch yourself? I’m just here… with my hands on the pillow.)