A quiet bar counter at night, bottles lined up, a glass with something strong, an open book like someone was trying to write or think. But the whole place is flooded with green code, script tags, and that glowing “Hack” button.

It’s like me sitting there after a long day, wanting one simple drink and some peace, but the digital world followed me in. Even the barstool has code dripping on it. The human moment is still there, the drink, the quiet, the thoughts, but now it’s mixed with the machine trying to hack into everything.

This piece is about how even our small escapes, our late night thoughts and drinks, are now shared with the screen. Still, I’m still sitting at the counter. Still pouring. Still feeling.