I check my emails, my Facebook notifications, and my WhatsApp status regularly. It’s all about staying updated. But I’ve never really been curious about what these accounts know about me. The truth is, they know a lot.
Every day—sometimes every hour—I check them. But while I’m watching them, they’re also watching me.
Imaginatively speaking, what do these accounts see when they look at me? Do they really “read” us? Maybe yes, maybe no. We keep updating these platforms, but there is no real reciprocity. They silently track our habits, our interests, our routines, and even our plans. We may not open up so easily to people, yet we are completely open on these platforms.
With every update, we are publishing pieces of our lives. That’s what makes them “social”—not in a human way, but in a technological one. These accounts don’t have hearts to listen, and maybe that’s exactly why we feel comfortable sharing so much. There’s no judgment, no interruption, no emotion.
So where do our life stories really go? Not into a heart, because these platforms aren’t human. Yet our secrets live inside these heartless machines. We search, type, post, and scroll, slowly handing over our life history. We act as if someone is listening to our confessions, but in reality, it’s technology responding—often owned and monitored by third parties.
Perhaps technology has become our diary. And just like a diary, we pour into it our thoughts, fears, questions, and desires. What we once searched for in private pages, we now search for in these accounts.
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