Isn’t it just borderline extraordinary to consider that everyone who has ever lived and who will ever be born has a unique narrative. Nobody knows the exact same combination of people, nobody has done the same thing in the same place at the same time while thinking the same thoughts as another, nobody has had the same conversations as one another – even between two people, each of them experience a different perception. Yet we have these things called words, that make up this concept called language. At some point, people decided to spell sauce like S-A-U-C-E and source like S-O-U-R-C-E and dubbed these part of a group called homophones. (Actually, maybe that is dependent on which corner of the world you come from, but in New Zealand those words sound identical.) But I digress…
We give meaning to otherwise arbitrary combinations of letters that have weight when they print a page, typing in a patternless and haphazard way. Or when they are spoken into the sky or inside a room and they hang there, sometimes cautious, sometimes shameless, whipping around the place like sparks or drifting downward like embers. It’s something that fascinates me about writing, and lyrics especially: when you add a musical backdrop to a story it can just lift the world created to ethereal heights.
Words are the way in which we communicate with each other. One of the many ways in fact, alongside body language, facial expression, our actions… though speech is often the most direct. Words can be well chosen, words can be neglected, they can be twisted – they can be too much and not enough, sometimes simultaneously.
So I ask myself… which words would I like to hear? Which words am I not voicing? I’d love to hear anyone’s thoughts on the topic.
xoxo Gossip Girl