Twitter: how incredible is this thing? What could we possibly say in 140 characters that actually matters? - Somehow it turns out that 140 has become more then enough. A limited set of words, and the irony is that it occurs in an endless stream of them, where more often then not it is less about the collective meaning of the words themselves, and more about what they connect you to. Hyper-links, trends, and hash-tags become single word portals that open up to a million more. The infinite quality of the the links becomes very apparent at 2am when one finds themselves endlessly clicking down what, on one hand could be configured as a dark rabbit-hole of time, and on the other hand, a stream of miraculous discoveries of momentous importance; most of the time it feels like a little but of both. Whatever they make us do, the tiny [url.com] miracle of shortening and tagging seem to extend the very experience of words themselves. It is like the newest version of some campfire game, where a story is passed around, each person adding their own sentence to an ever-evolving, often ridiculous, plot line.
So it is and always will be incredible that words, regardless of the fashion in which they are consumed, never cease to create a feeling. If “the medium is the message” (McLuhan), then the feeling of falling into discovery after discovery is as much a part of the screen-tapping experience as it is the continual sensation of bumping offkeywords and bookmarking touchstones. Words are all about discovery: of what is beyond us but also within us. Maybe this isn’t what people are conscious of on a 3 hour Tumblr stumble, but maybe one day someone will stumble on one of my keywords - and if they can stomach more than 140 characters at a time, maybe it’ll stick with them and become part of their twist on this massive plot-line.