nothing grows
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It has always been about making sense of things.
The past, the concepts, the emotions, the intangible. Borrowing the meanings of the tangible and putting everything in their place, not where they’re supposed to be.
The logical world cannot make sense of them, but the absurdity makes all these, in some way of grasping it,
right where they are supposed to be.
The conceptual metaphor theory affirms this.
That our minds use metaphors to better grasp abstract ideas.
Where these words are more than merely figurative language but are fundamental to thinking
and seeing the world.
We learn that metaphors are figures of speech in our younger years. With portraits of childhood and metaphors that weigh down on it, TRNZ probably is, in some way of really really grasping it, right there still. Where nothing washes.
Nothing grows. From this bubble, the reality is no stranger than the things placed together.
Whipped into shape. Rearranged. The ingenuousness of pubescence and watching the world
carry on from that standstill.
Words by Taco Borja
