Ah brevity, the silver stag we chase through the woods; the tightrope we walk between too much and too little. It’s like the sound of a chord as a few choice words intertwine. Whatever comparison suits your caffeine-addled mind, it’s that elegant economy, written or verbal, we strive for when searching for what to say.
Which brings me to Hemingway, who, despite being dead, turned 118 a couple weeks ago. Some of us have visited his grave, others, read his books; all of us, however, should take some time out of our day to read his famous six-word story:
For sale,
Baby shoes,
Never worn.
Here’s to you brevity, you cheeky eel.
