” … [W]ords have lost their meaning, there is no basis for anything beyond the moment of nihilistic expression of power – each moment.” Andy Hollinger
In the space between my classes, I find myself stuck reading – a lot. I finished Daniel Wilson’s “Robogenesis” (his creepy-as-hell sequel to “Robopocalypse” – a.k.a “Reasons Why Self-Driving Cars are a Bad Idea”), I finished “Red Storm Rising” for the nth time, and between 80’s music marathons, I have been stuck trying to understand the organizational failures which led to the Challenger disaster and Chernobyl.
Words have lost their meaning, to a certain extent. Revisiting Blogmutt and Upwork, I have learned about article spinning, search engine optimization, and natural language generation. Topped with the commercialization of writing (Really? People pay to have academic papers and blogs written?), a sense of dread has descended upon me like an old Army-issue wool blanket – complete with poky bits of random discomfort.
Why bother writing?
For the most part, we have been inundated with too much information (“running through my brain… driving me insane”). Andy titles his best material “TLTR,” and for many, such work is exactly that: too long, and they don’t read. We cherry-pick the bits that support our views, then fling “false news” at that which contradicts us. Even though it is a very human trait, it is unfortunate in that we currently have the means to improve our own perspectives and broaden our minds. History often provides examples of what works and what doesn’t, while contemporary momentum shows that these lessons are readily repeated with the same surprise at the same results by everyone but those fascinated by the ugliness and beauty of the past.
However, if you have ever had the opportunity to chat with me face-to-face, then you know one simple truth: I cannot stop observing and thinking. Words may have lost their meaning for the masses, but for me, they are the “because.” In watching and thinking, the urge to provide relevance to my internal monologue finds me sitting here… writing.
For me, writing’s power and responsibilities cannot be left to whither, much like cursive or the ability to do long division. When it comes down to it, the art of interpretation is as addictive as lifting weights for some and the piano for others – these things are simply there and we cannot stop from touching that which inspires us.
Too long? Don’t read. Somebody will, and that’s okay by me.