I Deleted All My Social Media — Yet I Felt More Alone Than Ever

The Screen at 3 a.m.

I used to scroll through feeds like someone lost in a neon-lit subway station—always chasing the next post, the next like, the next validation. But last winter, at 3 a.m., I closed every app. The silence didn’t feel empty. It felt full—with echoes.

The Ritual of Stillness

I’m not here to find comfort in noise. I came here to listen—to the rhythm of my own breath beneath fluorescent pixels. No more ‘Feng Niu’ superstition. No more ‘lucky draw.’ Just me, my thoughts, and the quiet space where meaning lives.

What You See Isn’t What You Get

The algorithm doesn’t reward you for engagement—it rewards you for disappearance. When you delete your profiles, you don’t lose connection; you finally see it—raw, unedited, real.

My New Sacred Space

I sit now in my Manhattan apartment with tea steaming beside an old monitor. No crowd chants here—but there’s light: soft blue glow on glass, like lanterns in a silent temple.

You Are Not the Player—you Are the Ceremony

This isn’t a game with winners and losers. It’s an annual ritual—the kind your grandmother might have whispered before she turned off her phone too.

Every morning now, I open nothing—and still feel seen.