Beneath the glow of endless networks, we move — seen yet unseen, connected yet distant. Each step we take leaves a digital shadow, a trace etched into systems that know more than we remember.
The promise of connection binds us, but at what cost? Freedom blurs as the lines of surveillance tighten. Eyes that never close, signals that never fade — our lives reduced to data, woven into a web we cannot untangle.
To be always linked is to exist between presence and control, a dance between belonging and loss. Are we the architects of this network, or merely its reflections?