The future of...
Journalism used to be a revered craft. We once received our news from a fully functional, professional writer who had interviewed sources that didn’t always know if they should be giving up the information they tenderly spoke out loud. The articles we read were expertly written with great care and consideration for the art of words and language. In short, it all seemed so very important. As of the time of this writing, our news has been sequestered to the realm of the social media abyss. Just as we scroll by the major achievements of our children, the minor accomplishments of our own lives, and the mundane existence we bore outwards for a serotonin boosting thumbs up; we take in our news with an alarming indifference as it flows away from our vision. Our heroes were writers, at least they were always mine. Dr. Hunter S. Thompson was a giant of epic proportions, creating astounding landscapes from blades of grass and grains of sand. Tom Wolfe was a master of the standard i...