An anomalous event (Ancestors - 03/2024)

Expectation...

A moment of enormous emotion in the face of what is happening.

In the face of the thousands of possibilities of that happening, which exceeds control.

Can I generate something new? Can I reach the other in a true way?

Can I say everything I want to communicate?

A leap into the void from what can be to what IS.

What if what I imagine doesn't happen? What I expect.

What if something escapes that expected order?

A DIS-ORDER. The abnormal.

Text in the Book

An anomalous event

I felt my whole self transforming

It unraveled,

it frayed,

like threads tangling everywhere.

I want to scream, but the words have no sound.

they become corporeal, they inflate in the air and…

burst!

splashing colors or something translucent, sticky.

They stick to the wall, to the floor,

falling on others.

Those nearby try to catch them,

but when their hands close,

they get stuck in a fist.

They raise their fists. They look furious but are in fact desperate.

Hindered.

Everyone wants to scream, but the words materialize into shapes and

colors…

they grow

explode

and merge over the splattered colors.

They linger imprinted.

The loudest swell the most,

they become huge and fat,

with saturated colors.

The sharp and shrill ones, on the other hand, pierce like arrows,

puncturing and blowing up.

They flash with acidic colors.

The soft ones melt before exploding

and drip light colors.

In this anomalous and incredible event,

something happens that was impossible before

every sound disappear.

everything is now visual,

colors,

word-shapes

and movements.

Some words rise and fly.

When they get too big,

they collide with each other and fall to the floor, getting mixed.

They flaunt all the colors, with shar, trembling, furry or blurred strokes.

Others show very pure strokes, perfect curves and sharp lines.

People try to catch their own words, to retain them, to defend them

but they can’t.

There’s nowhere to grab them from.

Closed fists are useless.

Those who didn’t dare to say anything,

who swallowed their own words,

they feel them now moving inside, heavy with lumps and protuberances

that stir within their guts, from one side to the opposite,

dying their faces with colors according to their intensity

until they can’t take it anymore and spit the words out.

Then they crash against each other

breaking down

twisting off

mixing up

fusing together

New words spawn, unclaimed

Some incomprehensible

given this event

of initial probability = 0

the equality is verified:

we all lose controlover our words

which become independent and powerful

all of us suffocated by language.

All equally.

Defeated.

Now language,

autonomous of any speaker,

reigns in a separate kingdom

and awaits to colonize

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