Knife: Meditations After an Attempted Murder

During those empty sleepless nights, I thought a lot about The Knife as an idea.

A knife was a tool, and acquired meaning from the use we made of it.

Language, too, was a knife. It could cut open the world and reveal its meaning, its inner workings, its secrets, its truths. It could cut through from one reality to another. It could call bullshit, open people’s eyes, create beauty. Language was my knife. If I had unexpectedly been caught in an unwanted knite fight, maybe this was the knife I could use to fight back.