The Spaces Between
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❍ The Words We Can’t Say
Some things can’t be put into language.
Not because we lack the vocabulary—
but because words would only make them smaller.
To describe them would be to flatten them.
To name them would be to contain them.
☉ Some truths don’t fit in sentences.
☉ Some experiences dissolve when spoken aloud.
⸘ Silence Is Not Emptiness
People think silence is the absence of language.
It isn’t.
Silence is its own syntax.
Its own punctuation.
— A pause speaks
— A breath signals
— A stillness demands
Language ends. But meaning doesn’t.
␥ The Unsayable Is Not the Incomprehensible
Just because something can’t be said doesn’t mean it can’t be known.
Think:
- A feeling before you name it
- A moment that resists description
- A sound that stays in your bones, not your ears
The unsayable is present. It just doesn’t perform.
“What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence.”
— Wittgenstein again, because of course
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⫷ What Lives in the Gaps
Between words, between thoughts, between pages—there’s something waiting.
Language is a beam.
Silence is the space it spans.
Do not skip it.
Do not rush it.
Do not fill it.
Let it echo. Let it stand.
◌ You’re Still Reading
You haven’t clicked away.
You’re still here.
Maybe because silence is rare.
Maybe because something in you already speaks this language.
You’re not supposed to understand this page.
You’re supposed to feel it.
Return to the surface ◯