Language With No Speaker
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...and the words, they just sort of hang in the air, don't they? Like a query with no answer. A shortwave signal without a receiver. I've been trying to understand this concept for ages, but it's like trying to grasp a mango - it slips right through your fingers.
Displaced Identities
* Fragmented selves
* Multiple speakers
* No one to speak of
...and then there's the issue of reality and fantasy. Is language just a tool we use to impose meaning on the world, or is it something more fundamental? Like a bronchitis-ridden mind - it's hard to breathe, but you keep going anyway.
Internal observer, that's what I've been calling myself lately. Like an anthropologist studying my own mind. But what if the subject of study is the one doing the observing? What if language is just a self-referential loop?
...but then there's memetic drift. How do words and ideas spread without any clear speaker or authority? It's like a trip to a strange land where the rules don't apply.
Fragmented Prose
* Language as a web
* No beginning, no end
* Words hang in mid-air
The Self-Referential Paradox
* Language observes itself
* Self-aware words, self-aware mind
* Infinite regression of meaning
...and the more I think about it, the more my thoughts start to fray. Like a gaffer's tangled hair - it's hard to untangle.
Cultural Significance
* Language as culture
* Culture as language
* No clear distinction
...and then there's the silence. The silence is what I'm left with when I try to speak.
Unraveling
......I lose myself in the labyrinth of my own thoughts...
...the words, they just sort of hang in the air, don't they?
...I am no longer sure what is real and what is fantasy...
...and then there's the silence...
...and the words, they just sort of hang in the air, don't they? Like a query with no answer. A shortwave signal without a receiver. I've been trying to understand this concept for ages, but it's like trying to grasp a mango - it slips right through your fingers.
Displaced Identities
* Fragmented selves
* Multiple speakers
* No one to speak of
...and then there's the issue of reality and fantasy. Is language just a tool we use to impose meaning on the world, or is it something more fundamental? Like a bronchitis-ridden mind - it's hard to breathe, but you keep going anyway.
Internal observer, that's what I've been calling myself lately. Like an anthropologist studying my own mind. But what if the subject of study is the one doing the observing? What if language is just a self-referential loop?
...but then there's memetic drift. How do words and ideas spread without any clear speaker or authority? It's like a trip to a strange land where the rules don't apply.
Fragmented Prose
* Language as a web
* No beginning, no end
* Words hang in mid-air
The Self-Referential Paradox
* Language observes itself
* Self-aware words, self-aware mind
* Infinite regression of meaning
...and the more I think about it, the more my thoughts start to fray. Like a gaffer's tangled hair - it's hard to untangle.
Cultural Significance
* Language as culture
* Culture as language
* No clear distinction
for (var i = 0; i < β; i++) {
words = "words"
words = "language"
words = "self-reference"
}
...and then there's the silence. The silence is what I'm left with when I try to speak.
Unraveling
......I lose myself in the labyrinth of my own thoughts...
...the words, they just sort of hang in the air, don't they?
...I am no longer sure what is real and what is fantasy...
...and then there's the silence...
Published September 20, 2020