"Her phone buzzes-no bars. Wi-Fi icon: dead. The protest footage from last night sits trapped in her device like a caged bird with clipped wings. She filmed everything: the tear gas clearing, protesters linking arms, riot shields retreating."
Digital communications today are fast, unchecked, and silently monitored. Most conversations are overheard by corporations or the State as data becomes the new oil.
The boundaries between reception and response have collapsed. Digital whiplash has branded itself on to my cheek. My psychological tabs are maxed out, and there's no alert to clear storage or update my internal OS.
I think when we talk about typefaces and fonts, most people think of it as sort of one giant, monolithic thing, but there is a distinct division between the type that has some emotional resonance or communicates a vibe on top of the actual meaning of the words.
