How sensible are the mimetic words of Japanese. How can a language assign a sound to something silent. How is there a sound to electric hair. What would it be in English – a wherrr, whizcut or shole. Is that the sound of spiked keratin, no, maybe not, it seems too literal. I struggle to see what it could be. The Japanese word is moja-moja – why not moja-moja? Words are a ridiculous paradox anyhow, so contrived and yet apparently they come naturally. To string a sentence, now across a screen falls as a kind of arithmetic, the jumping distance of a thumb is measured as a graph, remembered and input by the digit. Each letter is an instinct, a coding of one to the next according to a supposed spelling, there is a black and white to it – is the word spelt correctly or incorrectly. That’s all. And fortunately, the screen has our back, if we spell it incorrectly it will make the fix, shift a few letters and never let us know. We don’t need to focus on spelling, that’s not the point anymore. Rhetoric and cadence need little thought, it is the idea which counts nowadays. The screen can handle the deliverance, all I need is the thought.