Some thoughts on words:
Jul. 1st, 2003 08:58 amThis was inspired by someone on my friendslist, who said that images have a greater effect on her than words.
I'm the other way around. Words are what touch me, more than anything else. I have a hard time listening to purely instrumental songs because I need words.
This is why I'm thinking that English/Writing is the way to go for me.
So. Books make me cry all the time. And when movies/tv shows make me cry, it's nearly always because of the words (there are exceptions). Some of Buffy's speeches have made me cry. "They said we're not supposed to move the body!" made me cry.
I love words.
Images are tricker for me. They're so subjective. A picture says a thousand words, but what it says to you, it may not say to me. Words are easier to sort and understand. Even when someone's lying or flirting with the truth, there's... a common ground. I understand words.
Sometimes... I feel like a moth beating against a light, only, I know that on the other side of glass, that's where the rest of humanity is. And they're there and I'm here and all that's in my way is some glass and fire. But that's enough.
I understand words.
Sometimes it feels like that's all I understand.
And I have no clue how a post on words got all maudlin.
I'm the other way around. Words are what touch me, more than anything else. I have a hard time listening to purely instrumental songs because I need words.
This is why I'm thinking that English/Writing is the way to go for me.
So. Books make me cry all the time. And when movies/tv shows make me cry, it's nearly always because of the words (there are exceptions). Some of Buffy's speeches have made me cry. "They said we're not supposed to move the body!" made me cry.
I love words.
Images are tricker for me. They're so subjective. A picture says a thousand words, but what it says to you, it may not say to me. Words are easier to sort and understand. Even when someone's lying or flirting with the truth, there's... a common ground. I understand words.
Sometimes... I feel like a moth beating against a light, only, I know that on the other side of glass, that's where the rest of humanity is. And they're there and I'm here and all that's in my way is some glass and fire. But that's enough.
I understand words.
Sometimes it feels like that's all I understand.
And I have no clue how a post on words got all maudlin.