When it all fell down, I still remember that one moment, that peak of the arc, where all was still in the world. The chatter and clamor fell to a brief but perfect lilt. That lilt turned to a silence that floated atop all the airwaves and collective concern, and in that moment caught its pure ray of sunlight. Then that silence turned to chaos.
Lines crashed across graphing paper, stocks in red pens shot up, only to be brought back down by the stocks of plastic cap makers. Names and faces of loved ones across a myriad of different phone apps were snuffed out, all at once. Connections and friendships that had been cultivated across years, decades, reduced to a black background and a gray question mark, as if they'd never even come to be.
Watching a conversation go from a bouncing ellipsis to a still three dots sent a chill down my spine. For all but a few of these dialogues, these tomes were to be sealed evermore, their avenues of engagement caved in.
Lines crashed across graphing paper, stocks in red pens shot up, only to be brought back down by the stocks of plastic cap makers. Names and faces of loved ones across a myriad of different phone apps were snuffed out, all at once. Connections and friendships that had been cultivated across years, decades, reduced to a black background and a gray question mark, as if they'd never even come to be.
Watching a conversation go from a bouncing ellipsis to a still three dots sent a chill down my spine. For all but a few of these dialogues, these tomes were to be sealed evermore, their avenues of engagement caved in.
Lawyers and the commissary ain't go pay themselves.
Where yo ass was at when we used to write on