And then it hit me, this metaphysical weariness that seemed to strike at the very will to live. I could walk and walk, but my legs were never going to carry me anywhere. I could open my mouth to ask directions, but I knew it was no use. Nothing intelligible would come out. Because, if nn one understands you, it is you who are dumb, not they \vho are deaf. Language has always been the dictatorship of the majority. If you are in the minority where language is concerned then you either become mad or lonely, invisible and inaudible; and that is what I was, confronted by those impassive faces and the solipsistic movement of the traffic: powerless.
Carsten Jensen (I Have Seen the World Begin)
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