Furniture tossed around and cupboards slammed vehemently in counterpoint to a child’s heartrending shrieks. A few floors down, fingers pause above a handphone, mid-contemplation over a music collaboration aborted at the clamour of domestic violence.
A memory.
Accelerando.
Which is crueller, a punitive system that chokefeeds barrelfulls of content and shuts down the thinking that makes us human - even to us adults in teacher training college - or these impotent words onscreen?
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It stopped after this post.
Immediately after.
