There’s a strange kind of intimacy in knowing what millions of strangers type into a search bar at 2:13 a.m. That was the thought circling my mind as I moved through Billion Wicked Thoughts by Ogi Ogas and Sai Gaddam. Not because the material is shocking—though parts of it are—but because it treats private curiosity like archaeological evidence. Keystrokes become fossils. Patterns become evolutionary footprints. And suddenly, what feels deeply personal starts looking statis
