Words search for security and meaning in a world where language is turned on its head.
As our human experience becomes more and more sanitised, language lies fossilised.
Sluiced in desire to articulate free and unanchored thoughts which can penetrate beyond the shell like surface, beyond the starlesss vacuum.
We align words which miss the ability to express the essence of human existence.
They fall into unreliable patterns where everyday speech flows in tongued rhythms.
We have the possibility of moving beyond the ingenuous fibres of modern conventions of speech. To a place where our language and communication is more authentic.
But with the certainty of tides, we’re cut adrift from one and other in a system where language loses its connection and interplay.
I hear your words flowing. You hear mine. But we pass in the middle. Skirting in a place between lightness and darkness. Instead exchanging dreams with Dante.