So I’m just thinking… There are few things in modern life more spiritually disorienting than sending a perfectly normal text message and suddenly becoming a woman in a period drama who has been left at the altar of… “seen.” No reply. Just silence. And not the peaceful kind. The charged-with-meaning, definitely-about-to-overthink-this-for-six-hours kind. I used to think silence was simple. Neutral. Empty space. Now I know better. Silence is actually very loud when it’s coming from someone who has your attention. I sent the text. It was reasonable. Light. The kind of text that says, “I am emotionally stable and thriving,”…