malicious nereids

i have irridescent nymph lotion on my hands, it makes my veins look ever more purple. i love the contrast of veins… blue, purple, teal.

sometimes i am so fulfilled.

like the other day i was thinking about words and language. you’re looking at each of these words, letters, led scratches on paper basically, and you hear a voice in your mind, correct? how do we succeed in representing sound with vision? the letters look like they sound, don’t they, but we’re conning ourselves so marvelously!

can you read russian or chinese? the symbols don’t make sounds, do they? we’ve trained our brains to interpret strange markings when the sounds we make are so primordial. this world spins with verbal air circling around it.

how did we pick which characters go with which sounds?

imagine you are a lexicographer; where would you begin? there are no letters and you must assign vocalizations to led.

what does the sound of water look like? anger? love? catharsis? some feelings cannot be assigned.

what if there was no such thing as writing? would the world be dark? would our linguistic sounds hold more meaning? would they swirl around us virulescently?