Every time you talk past what’s necessary, you hand someone a blueprint of how to manipulate you. Every time you argue too loudly, you reveal your pressure points. Every time you bend to groupthink, you shrink your sovereignty.
The question isn’t whether privacy matters. It’s whether you’ll let someone else draw the line of what’s “acceptable.” You decide what’s acceptable, not them.
Tactics alone don’t hold forever. They buy time. They give you breathing room. The next fight is deciding what to do with that space.
This week was about one thing: reclaiming space. Not just digital space, but mental, physical, and public space. Space that’s yours to guard.
If you’re traceable in the real world, you’re not untraceable.
You walk down the street. Smile at a camera you don’t see. That face? It’s logged. Scanned. Tagged. Cross referenced with five databases. Welcome to the permanent lineup.
You think you’re safe because you’re inside?
You’re not. You’re just easier to watch.
Privacy starts with what you let in, not just what you keep out.
You didn’t sign up to be a dopamine puppet.
But now your body twitches when your pocket vibrates.
Your brain fills the gaps between notifications with phantom buzzes.
You check your phone without knowing why.
They want you loud. Predictable. Constantly feeding the machine.
We’re going to starve it instead.