ryan chan's

talking cobweb space

I write as
if we do not play with language, language will play with us.
so what if language was jesteral?
What if language could spill primordial soup?
what if language could confuse us into understanding
and stun us into love?
This dark pufferfush on the skins of dark matters.
as

Falling might very well be flying -
without the tyranny of coordinates.
—Bayo Akomolafe

We have to venture far from home to realize what we have left. And to feel the meaning of what we have lost to truly return.