A Mute and His Images

Jazz is the spice of life – add some to everything, they say.

Why would speaking weigh so heavily on me?  The ways things work now make me unsure of what to even say.  Their words wholesale in feeds and codes, illusions and mystery.  And so see me confused before you, so perhaps we can learn to speak, or even listen.

My taste in music is somewhere between put up The Roc and I can't believe you listen to this.

I wonder, is speaking heavy, should it be heavy?  For me it feels that way.