Silent Screens

People don’t even see each other anymore. Their eyes stay locked on the glass of their phones, as if the system wanted it that way. What looks like connection is just a carefully crafted poison—scroll after scroll, opinions planted, thoughts borrowed. The cages of likes and empty words weren’t built by accident; they were designed to keep us quiet, distracted, obedient. Nights that once carried laughter now belong to the glow of screens. And maybe the most unsettling part is not the technology itself, but how willingly we gave in, forgetting what it means to be human outside the script.