and sound abstracted
, mere words make ourselves
, especially here
, word-web become place populated with word-people.
That is, words and nothing
more. We easily interact with entities made of syllable
s, and why not? We cannot think without them. In real life
, i am only words myself
, the rest is illusion
. So why should i believe you are different?
But how close
the words remain to our bodies! Mere words carry their signified
through space in ghost form. Phantom
s of meaning
, rubbing together, frisson
to keep everything warm and growing.
Yet out here, i find i have hand
s and lips
. To my surprise, they carry their own meaning
, even when silent and not typing.