Prisoners of Language

I recently read Tim Marshall’s great book, Prisoners of Geography.

It reminded me of two things:

  1. The world is a big and complex place
  2. I have no idea how much it has affected my life to have been born and raised into a country whose mother tounge is only spoken by 300.000 people

If language is the medium of ideas, Icelandic is kind of like AM radio.

But then again, we’re all prisoners of the linear, single-threaded nature of Language in general -which is likely why some of my favorite movies imagine a world where that constraint is let go, be it via the most powerful weapon in the universe or aliens.

Luckily, my adventures with Noona have finally led me down a path where it finally makes sense for me to write and publish in English.

FM sure is better than AM, but it’s still radio.