It's strange. I'm really quite a visual person, but I focus so heavily on the words. I think part of it is that the challenge of translating a gesture, or a thought, or a memory, into words makes it more real. I reify as I write.
But that means there's always a bit of the idea that's lost in translation, the ineffable bit of it.
So right now when I feel like felt torn apart, I know exactly what I mean, but there's no way that you can without having my thoughts. But if I write that it feels like tearing, like extracting fibers that are inextricably bonded, then maybe you get a bit of an idea. But the colors are washed out. There's this