Dr. Colon kept repeating to me that I’ve finally stabilized after my life collapse. I told her it’s hard to realize that when this newfound safety resembles same the process I would always need to find and remain relevant to all my safe spaces back in Maryland — predominantly mediated through Facebook in my coordinating doors leading me out of danger.

These days I’m using the same technologies and processes, but the interfaces are the privatized interchanges of Slack, Google Cloud and the FEMA shared drives. But everyone is vouched for by their mere presence in the platform. Their daily life is interdependent with mine. Their work is my work.

In those exchanges, I can’t be intercepted and compromised by strangers. People I don’t know but who have full visibility into the workings of my life.

There’s just a wall around the open country now, with fluid movement of information and communication therein.

I need give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.

Family is just a safe channel of communication, and I don’t need an outlet that be compromised.

I will always have singular, safe people with wide-open, digital doors.