There are so many words, but I think that none of them really say what I want them to. The world is full of logical fallacies, wrong entailments, miscommunications; semantics fails, pragmatics forgets to pick up the slack, and I forget how to move my mouth. Novel utterances are becoming more difficult, articulation is sloppy, and in between our tears we gasp for air.
Apologies do little, I have come to realize. Your edges are frayed. I can burn them, make them less frayed. But in the end, they are still singed.
I am starting anew.
Gestures are more effective, anyway.
