The Human Fish Parses the Translation Wound
After Ningyo no zu. Ichimei, Kairai (人魚図。一名海雷) 1805

Sounds angled and departed. A slope note. Snow for the jealous geese. An image appears and
inside becomes outside. Impressions and reach. No one listens or someone hears it wrong. The noisy threat of a real-time report. Words that creep. Unruly and unpersuasive. Data streams miscommunication: too much natural language stutters with suspicion. In some stories, I don’t cry, but trill like a skylark or talk like a human child so I won’t disappear. You know me even if you never see me &$$#***???==-//##!!!!$^^^. In the soundscape trawled from the underworld, sea lightning reflects back at us.