Gil Scott-Heron's death was announced on Twitter. And that feels strange, this announcement. It happening in something that consolidates social construction into a linear sheet of micro-thoughts. Cleaning up the fringes, the frays and outliers. Funneling us into with herd, we stampeding beasts galloping with excitement only to corral ourselves into trending topics, redundant links and fleeting interest. Where fact can become fiction, and fiction can morph into reality. Where individual voices can get lost, and it's difficult sometimes to decipher sincerity from pretense. It's . . .
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