My first piece – I do not know how many of these I’ll make. It was to be another unplanned birth of unintentional creation. Those I don’t labor on for too long and rarely think of after completion. But this one – this one grounded me for a few hours after.
They say languages get born, grow, and die. They cross-pollinate and flourish as much as they dominate and asphyxiate one another. So? We hurdle onto a world of memes and emojis – rapidly weaning off letters, spellings, and, in union, sophistication. Worldless emotions – open for interpretation in meaning and depth. It is perhaps, the linguistic equivalent of climate change. Is this the dilapidation of literary diversity…the beginning of an evolutionary transition? For now, we think in words, define life in words, and transfer cultural memes in words. Are we hurtling towards a quasi-Orwellian dystopia?
Reflection 