The year is 2042. “I was born in the wrong generation” a teenage white girl sighs as she listens to One Direction and cleans the lens on her vintage iPhone 4S.
Earlier this evening I learned that Monty Python’s Flying Circus was no longer instant play on Netflix.
I literally cried.
(Source: godhasasicksenseofhumor)
Words fascinate me for some reason….
I don’t know whether it’s the concept:
26 letters strung together and combined in many different ways, each one with it’s own individual meaning to both those who say it those who hear it being said. The fact that we as humans can communicate so fluently, effectively, express ourselves so accurately and create beautiful imagery with only 26 bizarre symbols at our disposal.
Maybe it’s the power of words that fascinates me….
How words can make us happy or make us sad. How they can influence someones life or detriment it, how we can lie, oppress, abuse. How we can manipulate human emotion and consciousness through words, words that are merely sounds coming from our mouths, given the extraordinary power of context and meaning that enables their use to effect so much and so many.
Or maybe it’s both….