We write like this. We write. An internet generation. Online. On computers. On tablets. On typewriters. Maybe not anymore. Previous generation. We write online.
Sometimes. Hard. Understanding. An oblivious generation. We do. It is. Sentences. Broken like glass. Metaphor. For our existence. It’s deep.
Our experiences. They speak. For everyone. For you. For me. For everyone. We write. Only in the plural. We are. We write.
This is how we write now. Fragmented. Vague. Dull. How? Passing editor’s inspection? How? Published? Don’t know. It is. Always.
This is how we write now. But this is not how we write well now.
