lostfiles | Understand

UNDERSTAND | She looked up at him, through straggled hair that fell across her face and the similar array across his own. “I think truth must always be poetic when turned into words. Truth is something bigger. Bigger than language, bigger than there are words to describe it with and so, of course, you must work on combinations of words to express what you mean, paragraphs, essays. You could write a whole book trying to explain a truth and still not have the reader understand what it was you meant.” She paused, looking down at her hands. “Don’t you find that sad?”