When I think of an 'apple,' it is a rich, infinite movie of feelings and images. Language, whether written, phonetic, or computational, always flattens those infinite possibilities into narrow symbols.
We try to capture reality in words, and now in code, but ultimately, both symbols break down. What was the cost of outsourcing our minds to the alphabet? And what will be the cost of outsourcing them now to the binary?
When both the alphabet and the code crumble, we are left with the unwritten experience itself. We can taste it.