words are things

“Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.”

-Byron

Ink, today, spreads differently, I think. Consider our interconnectedness online. More available content, more voices shared, more to sort through. Now we must learn how to find each other.

I fear this constant stream of stimulus and content availability is wreaking a bit of havoc on our focus. And as we jump from source to source, when we turn off the stream, do we feel fidgety? Bored? I fear even these little blog posts of mine are too long or too tedious to keep your attention. Hell, we all skim. Let’s make no false claims here.

And I don’t blame you. How are you to know what’s here is worth the time.     Feel, darling,  …feel. That’s how.

You don’t need more coverage, all the content, every newsbreak or regurgitated snippet. You’re just looking for something real. So you don’t feel so alone in your little boat at sea in this great, wide internet.

I’m real. I’m here. And I’ll tell you, buy an old book, and sleep with it. Pick up a postcard someone wrote to a friend back in the 50s, tack it to your wall. Skip the photographs of teen celebs in tailspin, and turn instead to ink on paper. Remember that feel. Carry it in your soul. And then, then you may go forth into the digital.

That will be the greatest accomplishment of our generation. Not learning to use the internet, but how to feel each other through it.