i’ve been looking through a lot of my old notes on my phone and thinking back at the moment when I wrote one. I’ve been picking about the difference in how does sound depending on whether I was moving are sitting down when I wrote it. Remember walking to the park whilst running running on my phone. I remember one was typing my computer after having touch something sticky like honey your glue is something that I couldn’t get off my fingers. That’s on to shine returns. Many of my notes have voice recognition is thinks that I wanted to quickly speak something in before forgetting it. I knew this kind of screwed for new kind of Scrabble it’s not difficult to recognise these approvals stick out like because it fluently and don’t have a single spelling steak but then suddenly was aware of that makes absolutely no sense in the sentence like durable scenario in another room trying to say something about the president for self. Setting aside for the month for a moment the politics of the fact that my phone Has no problems spelling the name of contemporary western leaders, I’m struck by have these are euphonic D tour to take on my vocal chords.
I say the words out loud again in the situation returns in a way that text my attention away from what I intended to communicate to my future self. A bit like sticky fingers, but the stickiness it’s more like an outsider and instruction of the intention. The new words in my throat arrest attention for a moment to spend with lots of vibrate and monks council countless other meanings and intentions and let it go again. But before letting me back to my past train of thought and myself also suspended in an economic memory that feedback with the physical sensation that is to make that sound a bus wizards across my bedsheet and set off that loud hissing sound of decompressing Earth but I’ve always wondered whether they’re set off intentionally by bus drivers to scare people. The small flock of pigeons rise up in front of me and struggle against the wind it’s not blowing. Everything falls from nowhere into a cup of soft feathers. I see myself throwing myself backwards onto my bed and I’m still in front of my computer and done.
Do you know how there are certain words that you avoid saying because you don’t like the way they sound, like ever, in other words you don’t write because they’re difficult to spell or maybe they look weird remind you of something that doesn’t fit in the sentence, like the word thorough which reminds me of Aladdin when I see it written? Those words create new ways of thinking about things; new password meaning and intention. But they are usually very personal and idiosyncratic I’m trying to imagine what it means for the reply as of the world to be tied to this come strangeness of writing with the voice. At new pants.