Aa ye scroll thru Tinder, ye swipe left on humanity—this cyber-gimmick warps a primal ritual into transactional isolation. Remember when food was shared on checkered cloth, not pixelated on glass? Ye swipe, ye judge, ye dehumanize. Ye swipe left on life itself. Instead of shared wine, whispered secrets over candlelight—ye have hungry ghosts dating behind screens, turning intimacy into commodity. Swipe left on that fuckery.”}