One language is many languages in dimensional parallelism. I hear it in the word “father.” The vague shape of your intention meets only my inability to map it. You think you have given me meaning. It is largely noise.
On having a clear style: Sometimes the force of a word itself is more important than clarity. These too heavy words and phrases move through the text and surface like pods of whales.
Suggestions from a woman from Brittany: George Brassens, Veraline’s Chanson D’Automne, Serge Gainsbourg.
“I love you. Me neither.”