We have never been more connected, yet we are completely alone. The screens promise community, but they deliver isolation. We trade intimacy for attention. We judge people by their avatars. It is a hollow experience. We feel a phantom vibration in our pockets. We think it is a message. It is just a glitch in our nerves. We are starving for real touch. The digital interface is cold glass. It reflects our own face back at us. We are falling in love with our own reflections. It is narcissism disguised as networking. The algorithm creates a bubble. It protects us from dissent. It protects us from reality. We live in a hall of mirrors. We need to smash the glass. We need to breathe the air outside. It is toxic out there, but it is real.