There is a specific kind of intimacy that we haven't quite figured out how to label yet. It happens when your screen flickers, the pixels rearrange themselves, and suddenly, without warning, you are inside a stranger's bedroom in Lyon, a kitchen in Osaka, or a garage in Sao Paulo. For a brief window of time, the walls of distance dissolve. You are not just looking at a face; you are looking at a life. You see the unmade bed in the background. You see a poster of a band you’ve never heard of. You hear the muffled sound of a television in the next room or a mother calling out a name in a language you don’t understand. In the physical world, entering someone’s private space requires an invitation. You knock, you wipe your feet on the doormat, you wait to be asked in. In the world of random video chat, there is no knocking. You simply appear. You are instantly, jarringly there . This technological magic trick brings with it a fascinating sociological challenge: If we are all "...
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