K’s Liminal Academy: 101

The birth of a metalanguage. Herald the fall of Adam, for he learned the language of the lords. The silent cries upon paper, not skin. The words flow through the bony fingers, not the hollow fleshy flaps of the voice. Voiceless velar breaths now stop. Hold on (don't forget to cease to breathe), this is … Continue reading K’s Liminal Academy: 101