🖋️ Social media: the last frontier of uncomfortable truths?

When every other voice is taken from you, even a single post becomes an act of justice.

“Writing here is not a whim. It’s the only way I still have to exist in the world of others.”

People often ask me:
“Why waste your time writing posts, publishing fables, poems, accusations that almost no one will read?”

Why spend your evenings, your free time, on something that seems to change nothing?

Sometimes I ask myself the same thing.

But then I answer myself. And today, I want to answer aloud.

I write because I hope to leave a trace.
Because one day, my children — maybe grown, maybe still young —
might ask: “What happened to Dad?”

And I want them to find an answer. Clear. Intact. Untwisted.

I want them to know that their father was struck by injustice.
Not a personal mistake, but a sentence rooted in ideology — historical, cultural, systemic.

I also write to create an audience.
Not out of vanity. But because social media can become a stage for resistance.

Because sometimes, the only way to be heard is to speak in the public square, and let the truth show itself where the system prefers silence.

For years, I looked at social media with distrust. Everyone talks, but no one truly connects.

Now I know it depends on how you use them. Like any tool, they can degrade or elevate. They can make noise — or give voice.

I’m trying.
And maybe, in my own small way, I’m showing that it’s still possible to fight without shouting, to speak without chasing echoes, to write without surrendering to resignation.