Our passwords are fig leaves; they cover our modern modesties.

A date is a hack; a marriage is an identity theft.

We arrange our smiles, pad our profiles.

Let alone takes the power of a throne.

The privilege of privacy savors one society.

Everyone is a privacy we judge by what we do not know.

A face is a moat: a resume is a castle wall.

Protect your soul; hack your mind.

Hone the edge of your alone; zone your own precious unknown.

Convenience does business using the currency of privacy.

The difference between privacy and duplicity is intention.

What does society gain if it privatizes the whole world and loses its collective soul?

Notoriety sells its privacy to buy its own celebrity.

Our deepest privacies are filed under our deepest dishonesties.

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