I'm currently learning the Japanese alphabet, so walking through Manhattan now has an added voice in the cacophony of signage that lines the streets.
An old friend of mine and I used to play a game where we tried not to read the billboards and ads in the subways, the streets signs and murals, the awnings, plaques, memorials, the constant words that bombarded us from all sides demanding attention and layering meaning between us and the world.
But now that I think about it, we may have had the wrong idea. The more words that I know, the more I feel everything that has been placed here trying to communicate with me, as if I am surrounded by a friendly world that is trying to speak.
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