As I begin mentally preparing for my trip to Armenia, I have the sudden creative urge to start a blog. I then think of blogging, in the traditional sense, and can’t help but feel as though it’s sort of an antique model of getting your thoughts or news out there. When you look around at all the new tools out there, namely through social media platforms such as Vine, Snapchat, Instagram, etc., I stop and wonder if I should even bother investing my time and mental energy in a process that could be near extinction.
Mental Double-Take: Then again, I think that there’s something sacred and ritual about one’s reclusion into their writing and reading. The endless flow of one-lined Snapchat selfies, Instagram hashtag rants, and Vine video collages, although beautiful in their own ways and new-world functions, somehow lack the type of soul and raw emotion you could find in writing.
Two years ago at this time, I was giving a toast (կենաց) around a campfire in Artsakh, announcing my promise to all my new friends andfamily that I’d be returning in two years, for good. Well, life has definitely brought a lot my way since then, and although I’m only here for a month rather than a lifetime, I truly feel as though this trip will be a defining moment in my life, as an influential factor on the choices I make from now on. Հոսանք/Hosank is the Armenian word for current/stream, which can refer to both a stream in its traditional sense, and to electricity. I anticipate this blog to consist primarily of stream-of-thought updates from the homeland, and I hope that I can spark something new and innovative in those who share in reflecting on my experiences, as I try to make sense of some things myself.