OPEN LETTERS

The sweeping, revitalization of the open letter represents the latest glass-breaking we as a culture are partaking in as it relates to our transparency. It seems that, everyone has something they need to get off their chest, something that they want to say to someone, without barriers, and in the public.

It’s no surprise.

Given the way that social media has transformed our lives into reality, the open letter does not seem so out of place; what does seem out of place is the fact that, people are now returning to the ancient form of writing — truly and earnestly — in order to convey their deep thoughts, though not in the privacy of a diary, but often times on video, or — much like Anne Frank — knowing that, eventually, it was going to get out there. I’m not speaking of bloggers and writers of the like, but normal people who have gone through the trouble of having either typed or penned down their thoughts and feelings to their loved ones in a way that hasn’t been seen so largely in many years. This goes hand-in-hand with the recent trend of autism within our society as well; this is not to say that, the official diagnosis of autism itself is on the rise amongst the general population, but autistic tendencies, namely, the face that it has been come so hard to talk to each other.

A simple greeting in the morning is the result of much deliberation and attempting to pull apart the social mechanisms that work around it. In many ways, we are all becoming little Raskolnikovs, running around as though we have committed some great crime, stricken by a particular illness of the tongue that makes it so difficult for us to relate to one another own pain — even though we would so delight in making others feel our same sort of suffering, to have them lament with us, hoping to know that we are not alone in enjoying our toothache; what is more, even if they do not sympathize with us, we would still like them to feel our same suffering. Because as humans,we are very communicative creatures, we like to share, no matter what it is.

Open letters, it seems, to be our latest way of doing such a thing, another way of bringing us together through division.