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by marginalia_nu
1629 days ago
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When I was seven years old, I had an uncle with a grey beard and an eye-patch that would take me out on walks and tell long stories about his history as a sailor in the merchant marines. He had been at sea for fourteen years and visited just about every country, even the landlocked ones he would say with his signature smoker's laugh. Uncle Robert tapped his pipe on the heel of his boot as we stopped. Not that his tale stopped, it would go on and on, but on this particularly vibrant autumn day I didn't mind that the old man didn't quite seem to make any point in his meandering story with endless fractal-like asides as the dappled sun played teased the pile of pipe-ash on the ground. I sometimes wonder if he talked just because he couldn't stand the silence and the memories of what really happened out at sea. I think a lot of long form content sadly is long in order to be long, not because it has particularly much to say. Instead you get an overlong mess of barely relevant anecdotes and flourish that don't add to anything other than the length of the piece. The problem with quality writing is that it takes time to think through and time to produce, and time is not something that is afforded journalists and writers today. |
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