False Start #25
I keep having the thought that the written word is becoming more and more sacred.
In a world flooded with images, where the sight of a pretty face or an epic scene is only a blink away, in a world inundated with sounds, where every single mundane activity is beset with a soundtrack, as if our lives were now at the center of some cosmological film-set, doesn’t the idea of seeing without seeing and hearing without hearing become more profound, more like an arcane magic guided by some mystical principle lost upon the world?