The Digital Burka: How Screens Became Our Self-Imposed Shackles

From work-from-home to work-without-face—why the age of convenience is turning us into faceless ghosts in glass cages

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Now, a confession fit for the times: my books on digital communication have sold fewer than 500 copies. Combined. They’re digital, not hand-bound by monks—but still. Behold the towering monument to my obscurity.

And what do I teach? Marketing. Naturally. There’s a poetic symmetry in that—like a vegan butcher or a sober Irishman.

But don’t mistake me for some embittered, rotund luddite clutching a Nokia 3310 and snarling at Wi-Fi routers. I am not anti-digital. I do not yearn for a cave, candles, or a quill. What I am is anti-delusion—and nowhere is the collective…