I know all of this from her posts on Instagram and LinkedIn. I almost left a comment on her last post, but held off.

Because the truth is, I could not tell you the last time we actually spoke.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped being her friend and became her audience.

The snippets in my feed created the illusion that we were still tethered. And the truly unsettling part is how convincing it felt. The algorithm kept me updated. But it did not keep us close.

This is the thing I have spent the last few years trying to name: the slow, almost imperceptible thinning of a relationship.

Nobody fights. Nobody consciously pulls away. By every visible measure, the connection still exists - and yet something essential has gone missing.

I call it Phantom Drift.

It matters when this strange distance settles between us and the people who matter most. The ones we swear we’ll call back, but don’t. The ones who drift from the center of our lives without ever fully leaving, often without either of us noticing.

What does that loss cost us, as individuals and as a society?

At Close Range, I write about what happens to human closeness in an age where we can know more about one another than ever before, yet somehow feel less connected. Less known. Farther apart.

If any of this feels familiar, I’d love for you to read along.

What, or who, comes to mind when you hear the words Phantom Drift?

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