LEAVING LANGUAGE | Sringini | Story by Anjana


I see the apocalypse as some sort of implosion - everything is normal - a normal day where everyone is going about there work and then there is an implosion where everything collapses.

In that collapse, people disappear, buildings disappear, the known world disappears and there is dust and debris all around. It is a short and powerful implosion, just lasting a few seconds.

I see this bird, which is also trying to struggle out of the debris, and I pick this bird up and together we start out in search of whatever new land we can find. The connect is more emotional and mental than through words.

I come to realize, slowly...that all the props that I had used in my life, including language - were actually artificial and we can very well do without them.