Anchoring Recollections

It seems to depend on a combination of the after-taste of strong coffee, the gusts of fresh wind, and the moth-overgrown concrete bank that together give a sensation of travelling in time to other moments when sitting with a book in hand in a campus-like environment was a thing to do, with a trendy city spreading wide beyond the lightly fenced grounds where name-plates grace patina-carrying brick walls, where time stands still from one page-turning to another, and where another cup of coffee is just a walk away. Less a nostalgia, it is a feeling of concert with a set of recollections, experiences and intentions that this moment anchors in its hic et nunc materiality.

In a Maze of Linguistic Mirrors Looking into Media Looking-Glass

Difficult to say what change I go through as I test linguistic territories I previously only eyed from a media distance, as I slowly become involved in the languages I read in a process similar to that that makes me ask myself if I get infected by the worry about the viral dangers of what only few years ago was a theoretical possibility that as it becomes increasingly realistic hits the media with a double force of realized fears and derealized risks as the international army of experts and executives walk a tight rope of openness and opacity as the public comes to terms with the inevitable consequences of even low intensity public health crisis that a new flu strain can lead to an outbreak that we in our everyday lives do not necesserily know how to deal with other than do the simplest of precautionary measures however insufficient they may be that I become linguisitically aware of in multiple registers of direct inner speech and its translation, seeking for passing translations, translating myself on the sidelines of my attention span, trying not to slip too frequently between direct and reported speech of my proper voice that threatens to get lost in mutliple translations from one primary language into another that vies for a comparable degree of primal connection to my imagination, sensation and expression.