We live in an era where transparency is mistaken for virtue. Everything must be shown, shared, exposed. Private life has become an extension of the public sphere. What once belonged to the intimate realm is now measured in terms of visibility. Transparency, born as an ideal of honesty, has turned into a moral obligation. Not showing everything arouses suspicion. Silence looks like concealment, and concealment almost a crime.

The result is a system where surveillance no longer needs coercion, because we impose it on ourselves. Shame, secrecy, and confidentiality have lost their social legitimacy. But without them, human life becomes flat and exposed. Privacy is not a wall, it is a form of dignity. What remains unsaid, what is kept, what belongs to silence, is still what defines us.