by Michelle Garrett
With modernity has come a certain licentiousness when it comes to punctuation. Though there is a certain freedom in dropping commas at one's own leisure, I withhold that with this breakdown of grammar comes a breakdown of communication. Every poorly-punctuated paragraph leads us further away from F Scott Fitzgerald's flawless prose and closer to the incomprehensible mutterings of rap lyrics. We're swapping a brilliant vision of the world for a lacklustre attempt at poetry authored by somebody with an inexplicable need to reduce their name to initials (P Diddy, Jay Z...). Friends: this is dire.