Our words and our worlds are not as clean or as clear as they once were. They are now thick with association. They are palimpsests, full, ragged and weary. Our sentences a complex interweave of trains of thought that stretch out across millennia. Sentences that whisper and mutter in conflict and cooperation, punctured by forgotten, fragmented and misplaced ideas and ideologies. That tangled knot the archive and architect of human thought and the human self, that wellspring and pit, our alpha and omega.