I hate that technology and microwave culture has devalued the magic of prose by dismantling language into abbreviations, acronyms, and shortcuts.
The ubiquitous eloquence of pre-internet language makes me swoon. The thrill of handwritten letters and the romance of expansive vocabularies. Language was art. It was necessary. It was all there was. Now hashtag swag is a staple and we flirt instead of court, via choppy texts of wyd ’s and nmu’s.
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