“We are none of us linguistic islands, after all; more like lost swimmers out at sea, buffeted by waves and dragged by currents that have no regard for our carefully groomed individualities. And our interpretations of ourselves will never become the serene sky borne perspectives we might like them to be.
They are just our wary thoughts about the changeable weather of our existence: not objective sciences gone wrong but anxious glances at the fragile techniques with which we try to keep ourselves and our objectivities afloat.
Strictly speaking, we have no such thing as a voice of our own.
-Jonathan Ree - I See a Voice













