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The dislocation of the written word is a bit like a bright orange coax stretched across the room. It began as a practical, temporary fix. Then it just... became part of the decoration, “sort of defacto artistic little pop of color”. Before you know it, the same current is running everywhere, quietly sanding down the rough edges of local speech until people who've never met somehow sound familiar to one another. Maybe that's the space where modern nationalism first felt less …