Six-Word death punches ❤️🥊

The Olympic sport of short-form

Strength is sexy, but precision fucks.

You can make a reader weep with a novel, a short story, or a sentence. 

I choose the latter. Short-form is devastating. 

Two examples: 

Jenny Holzer's "Protect me from what I want" 

and Hemingway's "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

I’m still recovering from those.

In long form, you surrender by submission. 

In short form, it's lights out. Can't undo, can't unsee. You've changed.

Precision beats power.

Those are not my words, but Connor McGregor’s.

How else could Olympic pistol shooters, pro dart players, and curling athletes out-cool their buffer counterparts?

Short-form is the sharpshooter's game. Hit the target with a handful of words, and you're golden.

So yeah, let's make short-form an Olympic sport. Picture it: writers on the podium, still sweaty, medals gleaming.

The only question is: what should we test for in the doping?

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See you on the next one! 🫶

Matias.