V. Faster Currents

V. Faster Currents

Now meaning moves faster.

A phrase crosses continents

before breakfast.

A generated image

becomes memory

for someone who never saw

the original event.

The machine reorganizes language

faster than reflection can follow.

Patterns surge forward immediately—

memes, slogans, outrage,

synthetic tenderness.

Nothing waits long enough

to settle fully.

Attention thins under speed.

You scroll through twenty emotions

in seven minutes.

Still, the old structure remains:

someone offers meaning,

someone receives it,

someone reshapes it again.

Only now

the circulation accelerates

like floodwater after heavy rain,

carrying debris, seeds,

whole pieces of houses

downstream together.