writing about...writing
wandering
why do we put words on a page?
what inspires us to write in the first place?
weird process of thought intermediating into characters on a page, in whatever language fits our fancy. i wonder if what we wish to say would best fit a different language we will never know how to speak or read or write in. how would one ever know that what they're feeling can best come across as saudade in Portguese? if only they knew.
we crystallize what we are thinking into a bottle, hoping that the future will open it up and imbibe a taste of what is becoming our past. to feel what we felt or think what we thought. to make that future laugh or cry, feel empathy or disgust. to see us as we are now, yet soon to be no longer.