Ink SpillA stream of overwhelmingness.
Borders have been shattered.
A world once isolated into different tribes now turned into a culture soup.
When once a man only passed on a thousand faces in his lifetime, he now passes through millions upon millions.
The floodgates have been opened.
We no longer send carrier pigeons on a days-long journey to send our letters. We now plant a hundred birds into our homes, ears, hands, and desk, all chirping from the slightest buzz. Deafening you from ever being able to hear your own thoughts.
We’ve turned into chirp craving mammals.
A slave to the birds.
Glancing at them at every dull moment.
A wise man slaughters the birds.
But the wise are only a few.