Words tend to last a bit longer than things,
but eventually they fade too,
along with the pictures they once evoked.
Entire categories of objects disappear - flowerpots, for example,
or cigarette filters, or rubber bands - and for a time
you will be able to recognize those words,
even if you cannot recall what they mean.
But then, little by little, the words become only sounds,
a random collection of glottals and fricatives,
a storm of whirling phonemes, and finally the whole thing
just collapses into gibberish.
Paul Auster
from In the Country of Last Things
with thanks to whiskey river
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