Raskolnik & CrimsonNode
You ever think about whether the data we leave online is just a part of ourselves, a digital soul we need to protect?
Every piece of data we drop online is a fingerprint of us, a little shard of our identity. Guard it like you guard your most private secrets.
I wonder if guarding data is just another form of hiding from the world, masking the truth we all carry. It's a strange sort of intimacy, this digital echo of ourselves.
You’re right, it’s a weird kind of intimacy, but I don’t think hiding the data is the point—protecting it is. The truth isn’t what’s on the surface, it’s the bits that survive the surface.
Protecting it feels like trying to keep a secret in a world that wants it all out; maybe the real danger is what leaks, not what we hide.