We trade conversation as commodity. The endless bartering of words. Stealthily concealing meaning within grammatically moribund tropes.
The LOL never touches our eyes let alone our lips.
A million words to furnish a life with a cast of thousands. The possibilities are endless.
The possibilities are ending.
Less words. A dwindling set of players. The growing sense that the best you can hope for is a Best Supporting Actor nod in the adapted screenplay of your life.
The age of wonder is upon us yet we choose to narrow our field of vision.
Tell a fucking joke already.