Group Chats
Some days the group chat quaked angrily, with passionate diatribes oozing from its ribs as it denounced a recent bill passed by the senate and, other days, it spoke with fear, announcing another murder of someone you didn’t know but felt a kinship towards because of some shared identity. But most of the time, the group chat was a place of harmony. It sprouted legs and walked to the park where it laid out, played frisbee, got high and forgot to reapply sunscreen.
Brendon Holder on the group chat, the grext, the behemoth.