I’m trying to alleviate the pressure of unheard, unspoken words in my brain. Without an outlet they tend to turn septic. And tangled as string shoved in a drawer. It’s easy enough to tell a human in pain to talk to someone, but what we need is people with the skills, capacity, and willingness to make an effort to listening. It’s not as easy as being equipped with two functioning ears. If someone is used to only listening to one sort of language, one sort of experience, one sort of input, of brain, of ability, then this person is not a versatile listener. This is the equivalent of someone who can only eat Twinkies, or else some kind of allergen-free gluten-free dairy-free vegan heirloom artisanal organic free-range locally sourced handcrafted BS. Echo chambers have made us all but selectively deaf, but this is not a new phenomenon. When people could not and did not travel outside their hometowns, and were born and lived and married and had children and died all within a ten-mile radius, then everything was foreign, different, incomprehensible, exotic at best and demonic at worst. I want to make an effort to make sense, but when my best efforts aren’t enough and others’ best efforts aren’t enough for me either, there’s no real motivation to share my words or any flake of myself with others. Why chase after nothingness?