WITH MY TONGUE, I NAVIGATE THE OCEAN IN MY MOUTH.

IT WANTS OUT.  

AS IT SLOWLY DRIPS FROM MY LIPS, A LIQUID GROWS BEFORE ME. IT UNFOLDS A SPACE-TIME, A GYM WHERE TO DIVE IN WITH THE SENSES: TO SMELL, TO TOUCH, TO   TASTE ITS SECRET MESSAGE: 

LANGUAGE IS A SECRETE, CHOREOGRAPHED BY THE WETNESS OF THE TONGUE. BIRTHED BY THE BODY, IT IS BIRTHING BODIES. IT IS NOT PART OF US AND NOT ENTIRELY SEPARATE FROM US EITHER  

BUT BECOMES ITS OWN UNIVERSE.  

HOW CAN THE SYNESTHETIC EXPERIENCE RE-ENCHANT COMMUNICATION THAT ENVELOPS US IN THE LIE OF SINGULAR TRUTHS? 

AND THEN, TO MELT THE ASYMMETRY OF CATEGORIES THAT CRISTALLYZES BODIES AND THEIR REPRESENTATIONS? 

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WE BECOME WET
WITH THE ECTOPLASM OF LANGUAGE,
SLIDING BETWEEN MEANING AND MATTER, CONJURING SENSATIONS THAT AWAKEN THE BODY. 

WE BATHE
IN THE OCEANIC FEELING,
THAT EXPANDS US BEYOND THE BOUNDARIES OF THE SELF AND CONNECTS US TO MEANINGS GENERATED BY OUR COLLECTIVE BODY.