What we cannot talk about…
“Was sich überhaupt sagen lässt, lässt sich klar sagen; und wovon man nicht reden kann, darüber muss man schweigen.” – Ludwig Wittgenstein
Words as thoughts, as the libidinal urge of consciousness.
Words as the sound of thoughts that drown trying to escape the cave, through the mouth.
Words as inert, lifeless objects that become the conduit for what I want to believe:
that thought is feeling, & feeling has meaning beyond the context of this place where we must exist;
that we can learn to live in peace with the silence that speaks from beyond the symbol;
that brushing my fingers along your cheek down to your collarbone, without ever needing to speak,
you know what I'm trying to say…