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The Dilemma of the Lover in the Digital Age

……….Humanity is sending words over radio waves and communicating in short linguistic bursts. Text messages define relationships.  Hearts break, moments stop, dreams

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are affirmed in the span of 160 characters with spaces. We begin with “i like u,” and end with “its ovr.” We use texts to infiltrate the conversations of others

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, to assert our own presence where we are irrevocably absent.
……….It used to be romantic to tell someone “I’ll always be with you.” Now, we are. As long as the phon

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e is on and the inbox is relatively empty, I can be with you whenever… even if I am just across the room from you. We can relay secrets, and tempt each other

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to a bedroom or to madness with a word.  Keep me in your pocket – literally. I don’t ever want to be so far from you that you can’t hear your phone beep or feel

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it vibrate.
……….Would you believe me if I told you that text messages are enabling manipulative complexes to flourish? That puppet strings are attached to five fing

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ers, that control has never been so easy? That insinuation and context have never been so hard at work? That life clings to carefully chosen ellipses or an excl

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amation point? I think you might just laugh, and then check your phone.
……….Full sentences and hand-written letters, the old tenants of genuine communication, have

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been obliterated by the fast-flying-thumbs of the texter. It breaks my heart that I could write you a sonnet, perfectly footed and rhymed, and it wouldn’t fit i

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n a text.  And thus, would not arrest your heart as much as that buzzing, as much as the pathetic, lifeless versions of words on that tiny screen. Can 160 chara

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cters with spaces truly communicate my thoughts, my feelings? How do I reach you, if not via text? How do I connect to you, if not through cyberspace? How can I

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show you that I love you? The power of writing is usually in the showing, not the telling, of something. How do I show you that I care, if not through short bla

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sts of encouragement and words that may resemble affection?  Humans have created technology that sucks the humanity out of communication. Language has become an

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equation, a game of reduction, how to type as much as possible without saying anything. “I love you,” becomes, “Love you,” becomes, “Love u

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,”  becomes, “Luv u,” becomes, “<3 u,” becomes, “<3.” This combination of symbols – ❤ – actually means nothing. Less-than-three should not be synonymous with t

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he most tender of feelings, with a most intimate affection. How do I tell you that I love you if words have lost all meaning? I can’t contain this to a text.

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