Contiguous Defragmentation

Contiguous: Sharing a border, touching - adjacent , neighboring , adjoining, bordering, next-door, abutting.

These ae some common synonyms of contiguous. While all these words mean "being in close proximity," contiguous implies having contact on all or most of one side.

Here at Vocal, we are all juxtaposed atop, around, behind, in front and in every feasible position imaginable.

Yet, most of us are as far away as the north is to the south when it comes to being one close knit family.

Ergo, my point in comparing it to the 50 States of the good ole US of A.

The parody

There once was a place called "The United States of Amerigo", where the dream idea was proudly posited to be one in unity and strength. Sliced up into 50 pieces and run mostly by nameless beings of whom we know not. For all intent and purposes, they could be kings, queens, thieves, knaves, narcissists and devils. The dream sometimes become a nightmare from which there is no awakening.

From this idea, many smaller kingdoms arose. I fear they did not fare any better. One in particular, dips my pen to paper.

Un-united is our united state of nowhere. Existing in codes and digital mastery, it lures and bids you enter, with offers of dreams, riches and glory.

In the shadowy realms of imagination, this place is everywhere and yet may leave you feeling nowhere—spiraling into an abstract conglomerated depth. This land is a paradox, woven from threads of contradiction and ambiguity.

The mediascape is a patchwork of contrasting terrains—lush meadows seamlessly merging with arid deserts and towering mountains, casting shadows over boundless seas. It is a place where opposites coexist yet never truly blend, creating an illusion of unity that is forever elusive.

In this land lies a city, its streets a labyrinth of conflicting ideas and aspirations. The buildings, an eclectic mix of architectural styles, stand as silent witnesses to the perpetual state of flux. Skyscrapers of glass and steel rise alongside ancient stone structures, each representing a different era, a different dream. The city skyline, though impressive, exists as a monolith to the dissonance that permeates this supposed union.

The inhabitants of this land are as diverse as the terrain itself. They come from all walks of life, carrying with them a multitude of cultures, beliefs, and languages. Each person is a microcosm of the state’s complexity, a living embodiment of the paradox that defines their homeland. They walk the streets, their conversations a cacophony of voices that both clash and harmonize.

I hear them as beats of a dissonant drum. Rat-a-tat-a-tat, da-dum. da-dum. On and on it beats, heard by all, some louder than the rest.

The laws governing this un-united state are as fluid as the boundaries of its territories. Regulations shift like the sands in the desert, adapting to the whims of those who hold power. There is a semblance of order, but it is fragile and ever-changing, a reflection of the underlying tension that defines the state's existence.

In the center of the city stands a grand monument, a symbol of the unity that was once envisioned. It is a magnificent structure, intricately designed yet marred by cracks and fissures. The monument, much like the state itself, is an ideal never fully realized by most of its denizens—a dream that remains tantalizingly out of reach.

The state’s flag, a kaleidoscope of colors, flutters in the wind. Each hue represents a different faction, a different hope. Together, they form a beautiful mosaic, but up close, the divisions are stark. The flag is a poignant reminder of the land’s identity—a place where unity is an aspiration rather than a reality.

The land's essence lies not in its unity, but in its diversity. It is a place of perpetual becoming, where the journey towards cohesion is as significant as the goal itself. The un-united state thrives in its contradictions, finding strength in its differences and beauty in its imperfections.

Therein lies the paradox, a truth that resonates with the human experience—the recognition that unity and division are two sides of the same coin, forever intertwined in the complexity of existence.

In this vast contradiction, there exists a soul who wanders through the shifting landscapes of hope and disillusionment. This soul, known to few, while surrounded by many, carries the weight of unfulfilled promises and the burden of dreams deferred.

They walk the patchwork terrain, their steps echoing with ghostly whispers. Each step is a journey through memories of what might have been—visions of a united land, where harmony reigned and aspirations were within reach. Yet, reality paints a different picture, one of a persistent lack of harmony, a tintinnabulation which drowns out truth and highlights elusive goals.

Through the lonely streets of the ever-changing city, this soul moves with quiet determination. The skyscrapers of ambition cast long shadows over their path, and the ancient stone edifices stand as silent monuments to past hopes. Every corner turned reveals a new paradox, a fresh reminder of the unity that was promised, still to be realized.

In the fields where daisies grow wild, the souls pause, feeling the gentle brush of the wind, a fleeting caress that carries a semblance of comfort. They close their eyes and listen to the symphony of nature—a melody of contrasts, where the song of a nightingale mingles with the distant howl of a wolf. Here, in the embrace of the natural world, they find a momentary solace, a whisper of what might have been.

The soul often gazes at the grand monument in the heart of the city, a symbol marred by time. The cracks and fissures speak of broken promises and unfulfilled potential. It stands as a poignant reminder of the gulf between aspiration and reality, a silent mockery to the unyielding nature of the land.

In the marketplace, where the cacophony of voices reflects the diversity of the state's inhabitants, the soul drifts like a shadow. They observe the vibrancy of life, each thread a different story, a different hope. Yet, amid the lively exchanges, there is a lingering sense of incompletion, an unspoken acknowledgement of dreams awaiting fulfillment.

As the sun sets, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, the souls find themselves at the edge of a vast, unending horizon. They watch as the day gives way to night, a daily ritual that embodies the eternal dance of light and dark. It is here, in the twilight, that they contemplate their journey—a path marked by striving.

The souls which inhabit this place, are on a wistful quest, endlessly seeking, a pilgrimage through a land of promises. They walk with the knowledge that some dreams may remain just out of reach, yet they persist, driven by a hope that one day, the promises of unity and harmony will be realized.

In this paradoxical state, the soul embodies the eternal pursuit of what was promised long ago, finding strength in the journey itself, even if the destination remains an ever-elusive horizon.

Vocal togetherness into 2050

Harmonies of Tomorrow

In the future our voices blend, coming together in unity, every heart rejoices. From every corner, near and far, we collaborate, together, beneath one star.

No boundaries divide our songs of creativity, In harmony, we all achieve. Our stories rich, diverse, and strong, We craft a future, bright and cohesive.

Through digital waves, our words take flight, creating a chorus sung through the starry nights. A mastery of sound and love, a vocal embrace from earth to the glorified heavens.

Cultures merge, traditions thrive. In this coalescence, we feel alive. Each voice a victory, each story a part of a global rhythm, one beating heart.

Together we sing, in joy and grace, A future where we’ve found our place. Into 2050, let our voices soar, United in song, forevermore.

A Capturing of the spirit of vocal togetherness in the future!