translation/storyline

Languages are not algorithms of one another

words that do not intend to be translatable

word that stops itself; in the presence of a word that stops itself, 

in silence, the feeling that something has passed, 

some possibility has got free

indescribable nearness, the sense of proximity 

to something words can’t identify.

A part of heroism is the ability to identify the future

to be able to see ahead

unbearably following the narrative.

I wonder how often the future waits on the other side of the wall

knocking very quietly, too politely for me to hear because

at the end of everything, my mother tells me,

the world will never be simple

at the end of everything,

dancers still use air as their material

at the end of everything,

flat shells will fail to be heard 

at the end of everything,

voices keep singing without instruments

at the end of everything,

i will still use my fingers as a comb.