When at work, my hands are occupied with thousands of things, but in my mind I am free to create stories. The reminiscent of the past, fantasies and daydreams comes to life as I retell bits and pieces to myself. My language is altogether fluent, with the right words I manage to create sentences that mean something, that need to be saved in order to make me remember who I am. When I get home and my hands are finally available for me to write it all down on paper, then there is nothing, everything that was on my mind has gone away. Where did it all go? I have lost my own language, the words won´t come out right, no matter how hard I try. I am unable to create meaningful sentences that cohere with what I want to communicate. It is like I am on the verge of losing myself as all the words and their meaning are irretrievably lost. What happended?
1 comments:
Jag vet inte vad som händer men jag vet hur det känns.
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