6.08.25: Being Unreachable

I miss being unreachable. Remember that? When you could just leave? No one tracked your location, no one expected an instant reply. If someone called and you weren’t home, they just waited. Now everything’s urgent, everything’s right now. I have to consciously put my phone in another room just to think clearly. Not even to focus — just to remember what unstructured time feels like. We talk about freedom, but being connected all the time is its own kind of prison. Constant pings. No silence. No privacy. We didn’t choose this pace. We just stopped resisting it.