The Nature of Journalism

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Time magazines lie haphazardly on the window ledge. They are hours of effort, of research, introspection and careful love. They are physical manifestations of someone's time. Words were chosen to paint compelling stories of our past, our future and our current predicaments.

It is aching, what they've become. Hours of effort, now merely refuse, collecting cobwebs in a corner.

Perhaps, because of these articles, some people gained insights. Perhaps, they contributed to the broadening of horizons, no matter now mild or immeasurable. Perhaps, in their way, they pushed the society forward.

Still, he feels an inexplicable loss. Words, they don't last.

Source: Time magazine

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