The
sense 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
syllables, 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.
Phantoms of
meaning/
intention, rubbing together,
frisson/
friction to keep everything warm and growing.
Yet out here, i find i have
hands and
lips. To my surprise,
they carry their own meaning, even when silent and not typing.