The everyday journal of artist, writer and illustrator Jackie Morris, in words and pictures.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
all people were born with a finite number of words for their lifetime
would we be more careful how we used them? Would quiet people sell some
words to writers? Would city traders deal, quietly, in stocks of words,
future words? Would some people pile up their words and store them in
word banks, passing silently through their lives? Would harsh words be worth more than beautiful words or kind words? And if we ran out of words before we ran out of life, who then would listen?
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