Once I start making mouth noises, the universe kind of collapses… into these noises, their histories, imperatives… structure… implications.. comparisons.

Writing bears similarities, as well.

I have developed a deep and abiding mistrust of the entire game, which isn’t to say I don’t partake… or even partake with passion… rather… that I am aware of the collapse.

And that very often, language is, in modern cultures… something like the shadow of a hostile force or aspect… hidden everywhere in ‘ordinary’ language… and thus in thought.