An ex-boyfriend of mine used to say, “The limits of my language mean the limits of my world”; that’s right, my ex-boyfriend was Wittgenstein. And yes, the casual chitchat needed improvement.
But then, in the latest Allusionist, I realised he/Wittgenstein had a point.
My Radiotopisibling Nate DiMeo of The Memory Palace decided we should learn the minimalist designed language Toki Pona. I last studied a new language half a lifetime ago and my brain has calcified since, so I found this one difficult to grasp – and then, without verbal communication easily at my disposal, my whole persona crumbled. Pathetically quickly.
You can find the episode and links to the language at theallusionist.org/tokipona; if you decide to learn it yourself, let me know how you get on. Better than me, I expect.