Lately, I’ve been thinking
and at some point, along the way,
which felt so confusing and upsetting,
and it was so clear,
the constant effort to piece together
some nameless important thing
and you have to decipher what it is.
I always feel asleep
these real longings in the air
I’ve been thinking about the atmosphere
answering questions you never thought of
But it’s a thing.
The story in my mind,
such a clear memory.
It felt very urgent.
The connection wasn’t an easy one
it’s hard to say why.
What if we don’t think?
Don’t try to erase,
some deception or editing,
some trickery [is] necessary,
detours in thought.
Endlessly writing and rewriting
the same thing over and over again.
and explaining over and over.
I feel like I had a breakthrough
to share my impressions
and then gesturing.
Another long story,
I’m not going to go into detail.
Anyway, as I was saying…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately
It feels particularly probable
and how different it felt
it felt impossible to explain.
Language loses clarity,
the feeling of being mired.
Intention to explain dwindles.
Snippets from articles by Elif Batuman