I think there's a whole literary niche that has yet to catch on or be truly explored that just tells the story from texts and other electronic communications - like the modern version of a story told with just letters.
There's the short film Noah that takes on a teen's computer screen. You might have seen it -- it was posted to HN. Unfortunately, the creators only put it on YouTube for a limited time.
I had a similar experience during a suicide at my high school in 2007. This wasn't nearly as tragic as Araphaoe: one poor, depressed kid who committed suicide during lunch but fortunately didn't try to take anyone with him. The most surreal bit for us was that the despite being on lockdown for four hours, the school told us nothing. We got all our information from the outside through our phones.
Grew up in an Asian family, raised by mostly my grandfather. Never said "I love you" to him even once, not even after I found out he had terminal cancer. I loved no one more than him.
I did, however, visit him in his hospital room daily, and saw him at least once a week when he was home. I'd like to think it was implicit, based on my actions.
Maybe it's a cultural thing? Where it's like taken for granted that the family takes care of one another.
No one else finds these texts disturbing and probably contributing to the damage these (rare) events do?
What does texting your child continuous achieve other than pushing them into a point of emotional panic, both unable to deal with any current problem (unlikely).
But also damaging them after (likely)
This was one person killing another. A rare event that we as society have to deal with maturely, it happens, it almost never affects us. Deal with it.
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[ 4.9 ms ] story [ 78.4 ms ] threadTears were (almost) shed. As someone who grew up in an Asian family, those words are uttered nowhere near enough (never).
I do hope that in the midst of our busy lives, we don't forget to tell loved ones that we love them. Thanks for sharing.
Curious - what do you think it is about Asian families that prevents them from saying that they love each other?
I did, however, visit him in his hospital room daily, and saw him at least once a week when he was home. I'd like to think it was implicit, based on my actions.
Maybe it's a cultural thing? Where it's like taken for granted that the family takes care of one another.
What does texting your child continuous achieve other than pushing them into a point of emotional panic, both unable to deal with any current problem (unlikely).
But also damaging them after (likely)
This was one person killing another. A rare event that we as society have to deal with maturely, it happens, it almost never affects us. Deal with it.