If words gathered contextual meaning specific to an individual's experience, taking their own shapes subjectively like stalactites forming from overhanging mineral drips, then a word for me that has already grown into quite the hanging monolith would be "gone", one of the worst words I can think of; maybe worse than "nothing", of which it implies. Because "nothing" signifies something that has always been there, while "gone" signifies "loss", another heavy-hanger.
And "work" is nothing but a deep nauseous boiling deep in the stomach, and a vague outrage at the shape that general life has taken over the course of human existence.
And maybe the apes had it right by that simple natural ignorance of which lower animals enjoy by default, without all those hanging, craggy words, growing heavier by the day. But maybe they have the memories and those other simpler impulses that may grow heavier in their own way, some of them caused by cages and smoking rifles: us. Maybe nothing has it that much better, maybe, and I don't even know where this is going anymore, except me beating a dead horse that I have beaten in the past.
But I would never beat a dead horse or an alive one in the first place. Goddamn these words and the numerous shades of meaning and this post.
