It’s amazing how certain life situations can force you out of the autopilot of life with all its hurry and distractions and actually give you a moment to contemplate your mortality and consider other people around you, people that you wouldn’t otherwise see. Hardship and affliction have a way of slowing life down and connecting you to others.
Before I got to the end, I was sure it was inspired by Wallace. They style is so hard to describe, and yet you know it when you see it. I can tell you're a big fan.
The idea of this pompous guy longing for a person to communicate with, and then losing all ability to communicate... yeah that's powerful. I felt that in my bones.
I also had seizures when I was little that would shut down my language center and it was pretty much exactly like you describe here. Got my heart rate up for that reason, too.
Fully captures what it's like to love language as an escape, only to feel trapped by it. And the resolution, as far as there is one, feels earned. Will be thinking about this one.
Wow thanks so much. This is one of the best comments I’ve ever received.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose language, but I am trying my best here based on what I’ve seen from the outside. Although in some important ways, I can relate to the first protagonist
It’s amazing how certain life situations can force you out of the autopilot of life with all its hurry and distractions and actually give you a moment to contemplate your mortality and consider other people around you, people that you wouldn’t otherwise see. Hardship and affliction have a way of slowing life down and connecting you to others.
Yeah. I definitely agree. It would be nice to stay in that state of being without having to need hardship to derail us and slow us down.
Scary stuff!!! Good job on making us feel the story
Thank you!
Before I got to the end, I was sure it was inspired by Wallace. They style is so hard to describe, and yet you know it when you see it. I can tell you're a big fan.
The idea of this pompous guy longing for a person to communicate with, and then losing all ability to communicate... yeah that's powerful. I felt that in my bones.
I also had seizures when I was little that would shut down my language center and it was pretty much exactly like you describe here. Got my heart rate up for that reason, too.
Fully captures what it's like to love language as an escape, only to feel trapped by it. And the resolution, as far as there is one, feels earned. Will be thinking about this one.
Wow thanks so much. This is one of the best comments I’ve ever received.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose language, but I am trying my best here based on what I’ve seen from the outside. Although in some important ways, I can relate to the first protagonist