eckyducky

i. I was thinking today about the ten-year talent.  As a generation, it spread through us like a virus, multiplying and developing sub-species and mutations, changing the way we spoke and interacted with language.  Words came cheap and fast, born from the tips of our thumbs.   For a decade there, we were the gods of predictive text.  Typing until our fingers became a flesh-coloured blur.  Many didn't even need to look at the key-pad: touch-type but don't think too hard.  If you over-analyse it the words fall apart.  Trust your thumbs and let communication flow across the void and onto your loved one's screen. 'Babe cant make it 2nite.  Mum