corpora.md

{ a river in 13 paradigmatic axioms} Been dwelling on this: consciously, for the past couple of weeks or so now; and subconsciously, for the majority of my adult life. I suppose it began when I found writing or, more properly, writing found me. When I discovered I had a knack for constructing sentences, then putting them together in paragraphs, then essays. Even making up likely words now and then. Won prizes and acclaim for this here and there, in elementary and high school years. Got into a prestigious national university for it, I believe. What is the form of a life? And is the substance of it crystallizable in an archive of texts and, later, images, which when gathered in one likely place makes in the definition a luminous shape? In the regnant language of the first quarter of the newest century, early in the second millennium of things, it is a body marked down with coded texts made intelligible as in normal speech, if slightly garbed and encumbered in sigils both arcane and…