Words are those windows and apertures upon the world that in naming and framing facts themselves become things, entities, artefacts in the endlessly oscillating hyper-inflation of logical and referential, representational space. It is as though the glass pane of abstraction through which we see becomes opaque with the carried meanings (and burdens) of its own intent and in obscuring the world in this way, not merely becomes a part of that world but begins to slowly and surely replace it.
The empty frames and abstract worlds of words and facts unravel this world we share just as much, if not more, than the entropy and creative light they carry cultivates our truth, our reality. Our thoughts are blind-spots through which we misunderstand this world.
Daedelus Kite 