We came of age, then suddenly were silent,
as we talked and intimated dialects.
And then returned to our dialect.
And return.
Return to the sound
with which we speak
as we go, while awake, while asleep,
the only one that is ours,
which is more comprehensible to others.
Let me always speak the way I speak.
Let me speak no other way.
- Ingeborg Bachmann, “The Tightened Lip”
(via typewriterdaily)
