And so it continues. Tomorrow I travel again, backward and forward into history. An ancient city to the east, even older than Rome. Or, a deeper look into an older self — a child’s view out a strange window, or from behind the adults, looking up onto the table. This is the exact place where language was both a) an obstruction and b) an expansive view inside and out.
How is it possible that a language could feel both known and unknown? What if it could be learned? What would be understood?
To get me in the mood, I’ve been reading —