I worked at a book museum that sold temporary Shakespeare tattoos and they had one that just said “words words words”. It’s Hamlet’s reply to Polonius when he’s asked “what are you reading” or rather “what do you read, my lord”, which maybe scans better.
Sometimes I self-identify as a writer. Other times I write: marketing copy, short articles for mediocre publications, art reviews, tweets, texts.
We use words to communicate, to tell stories, to persuade (words persuade more when the reader doesn’t know he’s heshe’s being persuaded).
In this time of physical isolation, a writer should be able to reach out with language. Our prose should build bridges.
Instead i have words, words, words.