Everyone I love loves language.
I live in a foreign language now and when I want to, I can feel like I don’t exist. It’s like becoming Ishi. It’s a startlingly physical reminder that you exist according to society, and society exists according to language. It’s fascinating. I wonder how long one could survive in a country with more than one billion people if one were totally verbal-linguistically isolated and illiterate.
Feeling kind of crazy.
