swimming in a fish bowl.
writting, at least in my experience with the English language (ok duh, what other language could it be), ought to be reserved for feelings. to hear a voice through lines on paper (or a screen if you like) seems to me to be designed to create distance (ok, maybe it was designed for other reasons as well like communication and documentation) maybe because of the quietness that is around me when i write, which sometimes is the necessary environment for us to be in fuller contact with our withins. ideas however, almost always being more than just ideas, ought to be spoken aloud! only then would it be complete with it’s live spontaniety! or lack of it.
and the total incongruity of this post proves it exactly.