When words lose their meaning, we are left effectively speechless, mapless. And words are STRIPPED of their meaning, by time and bad-faith actors…

The latest from “Dreams Die Hard”, the 1982 memoir about the sixties and one of the aftermaths (an assassination).

“It is hard for me to describe us and what we were about that summer without lapsing into what now sounds trite. The intervening decade and a half has reduced much of the language we then used to describe ourselves into a rubble of jargon that, however I try to arrange it, now reads like parody.”

(Harris, 1982:142)