This
essay in the Atlantic is
The Tongue Trade adjacent. The fragmenting of society happens along many fissures. I find this particular piece fascinating because it traces those fissures back to the birth of civilization itself. We have always lived on a patchwork quilt with its seems stretched. Sometimes to showing, sometimes to their limits.
Sorry to sew together so many metaphores. What with our divisions and all. Am I jjust making things worse?