Have you ever spoken into the akash, only to watch someone’s ego rush to claim your words as their own reflection? As if every thought must orbit them, every sentiment a veiled commentary on their life. It’s fascinating, how easily the ego takes offense, even when it was never addressed.

In this world of social media, the self is always watching, always ready to defend or inflate. The id grows quiet, buried beneath curated images and performative outrage, while the ego goes unbound rules without restraint. What was once expression becomes projection, what was meant to be shared has now become possessed.

Ehh possessed isn’t the right word there, but I got other shit to do..