This phrase is a resistance movement of the mouth. To speak it is to reject the tyranny of clarity. To speak it is to admit that some things—trauma, ecstasy, the moment before a car crash, the smell of rain on hot asphalt after a three-year drought—cannot be captured by “I feel sad” or “that was wild.”
It is a nonsense word for a nonsensical world. But within that nonsense, a strange order emerges. The flstyn is where you finally stop running. The bwrbwynt is where you learn to dance in the destruction. The jahz is what you play when there is no audience left. Try it. Now. Alone. Or under your breath on a crowded train.
An. (Just air. Just permission.)
Let them figure it out. — A note from the author: If you somehow arrived here searching for a real language, a real place, or a real person by this name, I am sorry. Or maybe you’re exactly where you need to be. The flstyn is thin. Step carefully.
This phrase is a resistance movement of the mouth. To speak it is to reject the tyranny of clarity. To speak it is to admit that some things—trauma, ecstasy, the moment before a car crash, the smell of rain on hot asphalt after a three-year drought—cannot be captured by “I feel sad” or “that was wild.”
It is a nonsense word for a nonsensical world. But within that nonsense, a strange order emerges. The flstyn is where you finally stop running. The bwrbwynt is where you learn to dance in the destruction. The jahz is what you play when there is no audience left. Try it. Now. Alone. Or under your breath on a crowded train. ard-bwrbwynt-jahz-an-flstyn
An. (Just air. Just permission.)
Let them figure it out. — A note from the author: If you somehow arrived here searching for a real language, a real place, or a real person by this name, I am sorry. Or maybe you’re exactly where you need to be. The flstyn is thin. Step carefully. This phrase is a resistance movement of the mouth