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.

And in that increase, I am not multiplied. I am diluted. ttbyqat zyadt almtabyn ly fysbwk

And finally, fysbwk — on Facebook. The place where memory goes to perform. Where every friend is a stranger you have trained not to ask too much. Where the identical multiplies, and the singular starves. Zyadt — increase

Almtabyn — the identical. But what is identical is not the same. Identical profiles, identical captions, identical loneliness wrapped in sunset filters. They match my tastes but not my tremors. They mirror my words but not my 3 a.m. silence. Of voices that speak in memes and never stutter

They tell me: “ttbyqat” — applications, layers, tools for fitting in. But applications are just rituals of conformity dressed in code. You scroll, you tap, you curate a ghost — and the ghost learns to want.