The Word

Last night, throughout my turbulent on-off sleep pattern of which I've become accustomed to, I was forced to endure one of those pesky little irritants we call nightmares. I was not being chased by some ghoul, nor was I trapped in a graveyard of mutant zombies, oh no it was so much more horrific than that, a concept that could crush my very existence should it ever come into fruition. I dreamt that all forms of writing: fiction, non fiction, even boring statistics book, were banned indefinitely. All books were just simply gone, as if they evaporated into the heavens. When I would attempt to sit down at my type writer, the keys were held like concrete. In a panic, I rushed to the library to find my once beloved place of solace to be nothing more than a vacant structure of what once was. I collapsed to the ground, chest breathing heavy, and attempted to collect my thoughts. When I began to conjure a new story, I experienced the most dreadful writers block I have ever known. My eyes s...

How does the world suddenly seem so chilling compared to our previous years? We grow up in fast paced environment: constantly revolutionizing digital devices and the media driven industry has expanded to a net worth that topples that of our state governments, our views on what is considered beautiful seems to have shifted to tooth pick sized models who have no interest in even French fries? It frightens me to think what the future keeps locked away for us. Will it be the futuristic society being controlled by a totalitarian company or government as we see in so many various filmmakers depictions of the time yet to come?  I shutter even as I sit here scripting this random thought. The dwelling over what hasn't happened yet is such an impeding idea to me although I fear to whether or not it will be happy. Sometimes as I stare out into the crisp, night air I think to myself what is lying out there looking right back into me. I expect a shift though, that I am certain of. A major sh...