A sense of the Individual become residual. An E-Moters self is made replete with constant communication. In such a displacement space that is intrinsically coloured by an Open Source Tone, some degree of synaeresis is inevitable. Those E-Motes who can, play. Those who can't lapse into dependencies on traditional theory-based modus operduni.
Labels become de rigueur.
They demand their dues. They dilute the distributed discourse and filter the meaning-blurred. Eventually, bludgeoning geosensory tactiles overcome all that is relevant in the displacement space. Text tendrils are reduced to reductionistic abuse. Notions of interactive language play are overloaded.