Life Is Going, Whether I Want It To Or Not

🤕🚙🏥 the sick man drives himself to the hospital

Where are your prepositions? A definite article can be inferred, but ones like “to” or “in” cannot be as they convey something essential.

Where are your pronouns? How do these change between 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person? I don’t see an emoji for “himself” that is clearly defined as that and nothing else.

Where is the temporal case? “Last night” isn’t conveyed purely by a moon. A moon does convey a sense of night, but it doesn’t have temporal marker. It could be last night, tonight, or tomorrow night. The hieroglyphic script can write words that take grammatical markers to indicate the temporal, emojis do not.

A person with green hair does not accurately convey the concept of “front man”

What are the phonemes of each sign? Can they be used to build other words where the depiction of the sign has little to no meaning in relation to the word it is writing. For instance, 𓁹 can be used in the word jr.t “eye” but also the verb “ir” to make/do.

I love that Americans are known for complimenting strangers. I love that we fry everything, and that we do it well. I love 12-foot-high plastic Halloween skeletons in people’s yards and tacky Christmas lights that stay up too long. I love that we are an unabashedly goofy people.

I love bluegrass music. I love stepping. I love that there are always folklorico dancers in my town’s Mardi Gras parade. I love that my town has a Mardi Gras parade, even though most people here aren’t Catholic or French and didn’t grow up with any kind of Carnivale tradition. I love that if "Livin On A Prayer" comes on a pizzeria, at least one person at each table won't be able to stop themselves from singing along. I love that the middle school gym shakes to the rafters when families cheer for THEIR baby finishing eighth grade and that they bring balloons and bouquets and flower garlands to celebrate.

I love the 80 year old couple at our local No Kings protest. I love all the little kids there with their families, too. I love the brass band that always shows up at protests here and plays old union songs and gospel music. I cry like a damn baby every time I hear “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing.”

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