Ori Goldberg on Nostr: My language is tainted beyond repair. Few words in Hebrew mean what I once thought ...

My language is tainted beyond repair. Few words in Hebrew mean what I once thought they meant. "Peace", "security", even "end", mean something very different in the putrid, solipsistic cycle of the genocidal mind. "Loss" is another such word. Can you lose something if you willingly cheer its consignment to oblivion? Can you trust anyone, a whole host of anyones, who have made that choice? What did I even lose, when compared to the annihilation performed in my name? How do you create a language in which to speak and think about life or a future when every word is a rotten step that can send you tumbling down into a basement full of zombies?