If anything, Twitter helps me read about perspectives outside of

Host:
The city was alive with neon veins, flowing through the night like electric blood. Screens glowed in every window, faces illuminated in blue — scrolling, swiping, consuming. The hum of traffic, the buzz of phones, the occasional laughter from a passing bar — all of it merged into a kind of digital heartbeat pulsing beneath the skyline.

Inside a small café tucked between two bookstores, the air hummed differently — warmer, quieter, filled with the smell of espresso and rain on paperbacks. Jack sat near the window, grey eyes sharp, fingers tapping restlessly beside his coffee. Jeeny sat across from him, her tablet open, the screen light flickering across her face like the ghost of another world.

Outside, the rain began to fall, softly, steadily, like a metronome for thought.

Jeeny:
(looking up from her screen)
“Jenna Wortham said something I’ve been thinking about: ‘If anything, Twitter helps me read about perspectives outside of mainstream media and learn about new authors, artists, and ideas that I don’t always get exposed to in my regular media diet.’”

*(She sips her tea,