The pandemonium of war remains heavy with the silence of suffering and pain, and when its end is nowhere in sight—the murmurs of everyday chores, giggles of children, whispers of prayers and cries, the clanking of ladles against vessels, and the artist’s splashing of paint on the canvas become part of war’s monotony.
Diffused and intangible, patriarchy perpetually exists in the subtext of our communication networks. But can it function efficiently in our vast tech system?
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