f*ck coherency

"I feel trapped in language. In the sense that I cannot think myself outside of it. The language I use organizes my thoughts. And the structure of the language I use is temporal. My sentences require a subject and a predicate – a temporal sequence. I can’t help but making everything into a narrative. Putting together a story is an almost sensual act, with the aim of making this world coherent. Godsmilla shouts from the kitchen: “F*ck coherency!” Something breaks. I hear the door slam shut."