Monday, April 5, 2010

Last part

I met a woman today who I knew was crazy. I watched her eyes and I listened to her words. She said a lot but very little of it meant anything at all.

Correction

...I can a bit. There are a staggering amount of things we still don't have words for. Plants and animals to meta-physical concepts or human emotions. I know this because I feel things every day that I don't know how to describe in human words. Languages are machines, ones with the potential for staggering craftsmanship, but machines nonetheless. Like all machines, it's creation is suited to a particular task, at a particular time and will eventually grow obsolete. With this in mind, I just think that language has a long way to go.

Headstuck

Motherfucker. Can't write about writer's block.