Words are getting harder to find, not because they are hiding but because other things are butting in.
Music is one of them. I love music’s ability to hit almost any emotion right on the head. It’s just that there is so much of it. I rather liked it better when I chose my own music on the radio, on my disc player, attending opera.
Film/Video is one of them. I love video’s ability to show me images I don’t have to conjure up all by myself. It’s just that there are so many of them. I rather liked it better when I chose to go to the movies, play a videotape, turn on the television.
Social media is one of them. I love e-mail-twitter-linked-in-facebook-blog-second-life’s ability to connect us. It’s just that there are so many of them. I rather liked it better when I chose to connect or not connect without feeling I was neglecting the human race if I did not.
Although words remain supporting players in all media, I get lonesome for words standing solo, as they do in books. I love e-books and audio books for their ability to expand words’ reach. It’s just that I rather like it better when I can hold one, keep it on a shelf to look at sometimes.