Their words are never-endingly subtle and manifold. The crudities and sparsities are ours, the translators, as we give their words typologies and grammar. Talk is never bare words, of course. It is all the ways words are symbolised. It is voice and gesture, rhythm and timing, colour and texture.
Talk is tattoo.
Talk is body paint and house columns. Talk is never just stream of consciousness either. Talk might seem to be blown away by the wind on the lips, but it never is. It is always archived in some way in the continuities of living. Talk joins past, present and future.