Permission To Exist_

We lost something meaningful when we moved onto the social platforms. We gave up the freedom to operate freely on the internet.

The old web never asked. You published and you existed. Now your reach is something the platform grants, and what is granted can be revoked. Your voice stays up until the day it doesn't.

If the platform decides to cut you, it will. Nothing personal. The algorithm said so.

That's the quiet trade we made: a place we owned for a permission to exist.