“It has been 1,467 days. Without mind body connection. Without imagination. Without creativity. Without ideas becoming reality.

There is something in my mind that occurs when I write things down on paper. It makes it real. It makes it mine. It’s not typed on a keyboard, it is my handwriting, my thoughts, me. When that gotten taken away 4 years ago, our moral compass took us south.

Our original ...

If you’re reading this, I’m either in prison serving for life or dead. Please, for your own safety, do not tell anyone about this journal, keep it hidden, it’s actually a miracle if you managed to find it yourself.

This nation is corrupt. I know what you’re thinking, “what could be corrupt, this place is perfect!”, but that’s just what they want you to believe. Outside of this place there is so ...

THE LIMITS OF MY LANGUAGE MEAN THE LIMITS OF MY WORLD — SAID BY LUDWIG WITTGENSTEIN

The words were whispered to me as my inFOLens scanned the navy-and-white poster, downloading its message onto my TMem. The accompanying picture was of a frowning man staring into a book that displayed diagrams of the stars, ignoring the night sky spread above him.

I studied this man, the downturn of his lips, th...

Nora and her friend Jamie were walking down the side walk that let to there usual cafe.

“The rest of the world must think we are insane! Outlawing written word, like what?!” Outraged Nora

“Girl you’ve got to relax, it’s already been a year since it was made official.” Jamie responded

“Yeah but today is the day the all written word’s we’re finally, I don’t know what word would you use for that...

It was impractical, so we, a collective hive mind, decided it need to go.

Letters.

Words.

Sentences.

All of it is gone; There is no need. Everything that has been written is everything that could have been written. So, we outlawed text, simple as that....

🪐 -> 🛸 -> 🌎

🛰 -> 📡 -> 👩‍🚀 -> 🚀

👾 -> 🚀 -> 💥 💥💥

👩‍🚀 -> ☠️

🛸🛸🛸🛸 -> 🌎 -> 🏙🌇🌉🌃

👽 -> 💥💥💥💥 -> 🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️

👽👽👽👽 -> 📚🚫 -> 🚨 👩‍⚖️ ⚰️

👨‍🔬👩‍🔬 -> 🔬-> 🧬 -> ☢️🧨

🙏 -> ☢️ = 👽☠️…

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I ran my fingertips over the the small bumps and grooves that made up the front page—and every page for that matter—of the “Michigan Daily” newspaper. It has been awhile since I have kept up with current events.

Truthfully, I haven’t been making the effort to keep up with anything since it’s hard for me to read what’s going on half of the time.

Ever since the new President somehow convinced th...

As a child, the village elders would gather us around the rest days bonfire, all of us tired from running in the fields or helping the farms. Then they would take out long rolls of a substance and tell to us magnificent tales: valiant soldiers and damsels in distress, legendary monstrosities, and numerous others. I never understood what was on that roll, nor did I ever get to see those long rolls ...

Elayna was running down the street. She didn’t dare look back, she knew they were after her. They always were. She looked at the buildings for any indication of a store. All the signs were either blank or filled with pictures. No words anywhere. Elayna sighed in frustration. She heard footsteps behind her and decided she couldn’t keep running. She was already tired and she was worried she was goin...

It makes it hard to remember things. But, even if we could write it down, we wouldn’t be able to understand it.

Have you ever gone to read a sentence only to realize it’s in another language? Even though you know the letters you have absolutely no idea what they mean in this context. That’s probably what you think it’s like for us now. But we don’t even know what letters are. It’s like hieroglyph...