June 28, 2012

  • Words.

    Converting important thoughts into words can be difficult. Doing so with another person is even moreso. Trying to get a message across is like a fire in a theater- rather than line up single file as they had been organized coming in- rehearsed countless times-, instead, all the words panic and rush out as though their lives depended on it through the one pair of double doors with no other exits available.

    The fire spreads and you try to get everyone to calm down (and it would be much safer and quicker that way), but all the words want to pour out at once, pushing and shoving to be out into the open, fresh air, some getting trampled in the process and either never making it out or losing its meaning.

    You speak faster and struggle to sound collected, but for some reason there’s an urgency to say it all at once as though it would hide the mounting embarrassment of the jumble of thoughts that seem to be escaping but don’t really seem to make as much sense as you had originally imagined it would.

    And once it’s over, you hope everything got out safely and nothing got left behind.

    In writing, it’s much different. You can go back, control the urgency of that fire, suppress it, pause, go back in time. Trying to say what I had written just now to someone would probably have come across entirely different.

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  • This post reminds me of Death Cab’s “The Sound of Settling.”

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