Because thinking is exhausting; categorising is efficient.
Men over fifty. Women over forty. Straight men. Independent women. Non-binary someone. People with limited mobility. Planted chicken. Everything now comes pre-labelled, pre-processed, and safely stripped of inconvenience. The label does the seeing, so no one has to.
We’ve perfected the art of naming without noticing. Language grows more careful as attention grows thinner. Somewhere between accuracy and virtue, the person quietly disappears.
Everyone is accounted for — except you. And me.