She scrolled his recent tweets. A retweet of a tech guru claiming DEI was "inverse racism." A pithy quote about how "cancel culture is destroying nuance." A selfie at a protest—holding a sign, but standing off to the side, not in the crowd.
The architecture of solitude is not a wall. It is a door. And only you get to decide who has the key. twitter blocked list
was for the willfully stupid. The "just asking questions" crowd about vaccines. The "both sides" intellectuals when one side was literally on fire. Her own cousin, after he started sharing QAnon drop patterns. She scrolled his recent tweets
She took a sip of her tea. The timeline refreshed. The noise vanished. The sun was setting outside her window, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. It is a door