They were fuming. Their thumbs flew across the keyboard, crafting a brilliantly witty takedown of something someone had said in the group chat. This was for one person, their confidante in this digital arena. They hit 'send' with a satisfying flourish, picturing the knowing emoji they'd receive in return. Then, the horrifying realization washed over them: the message wasn't nestled in a private thread. It was there, for all twenty-seven members of the "Book Club" to see. A wave of digital nausea ensued, followed by a frantic internal debate: delete and pretend it never happened? Lean into the chaos with a self-deprecating GIF? Their fingers hovered over the keyboard, paralyzed by the sheer mortification of their accidental broadcast. Acrylic on birch plywood 30 * 20 cm Complete with brass-plated ring hanger (ready to hang)