The Architect of Imagination Series
Airess Speech
-In the ignored unseen, the Wind blows
In response to our frustrations.
Isolation.
Yes, it can be damning yet a revelation to see and think beyond the material world. Our response to the material from a writer’s place of isolation is one where we can figure out the misgivings and the relentless abusive habits of this world—material driving blocking creative capabilities to shape the present.
As we write we observe the language that makes an object exist. The material like humans has speech, not spoken but shaped from unspoken mess that we call chaos. This is a haphazard misnomer, though it’s understood to be sub consciousness to some and creativity to others. Whatever you choose to call it, it speaks a language that’s known by its creator: a relational connection born out of immaterial to material.
The Wind is untamable and unpredictable. So we assume. But if that’s the case we can say the same for humanity, the only difference is we express our woes through words; music, art, and political discourse. The Wind whispers most of the time, where in other cases she speaks with tumulus authority.
Think of it this way: our domestic affairs nationally and in our homes has voluble solutions we can pane out. It becomes isolation when we close off all avenues that do not speak the language at the appointed time, all is relational.
The Wind is one of our mediator, intervener, a balance to all relational problems. She is also the air and breath, the omnipresent in our everyday lives.
Her airess is language, a plethora of all languages known and unknown expressed through her ululated breeze, calmness, and gusts.
However, it is all on us how she responds, the airess demands it due to the mixed languages of the world that sews her dress. As a collective we must carefully choose what we speak to the air. We must carefully watch how we write whether opinionated or fictitious.
When we feel the hair on necks rise unknowingly from a breeze for example, the sensitivity signals us to act towards whatever needs attention; whether it’s us, family, community, or country abroad. Our domestic behavior in speech is highly sensitive to the air because it’s us—all around us in space, familial in nature.
In gusts, She speaks to our relationships to the world. Her gusts is a response to our temporary and sometime impulsive emotions. How we respond collectively, She responds.
One day a gust of Wind blew across the faces of the people as they hurriedly walked the city streets. Everyone is on the go. The Winds grit stuck to their faces, gathered trash particles, dust, water pellets. In passing, I heard a pedestrian cuss at an Uber driver. Others on their phones in a hurry to their destination. The different voices filled the air but it seem silent; as if no one was talking to each other.
The tone of their movements overlayed spoken speech. Which in cliches terms, an action (body language) that speaks louder than words.
Her gusts is a response to rush. Eagerness. apace breath. She responds by saying slow down. Breathe. Calm. It's okay. Relationships are sure movements, not temporary impulses.
