"In some cases, the language that is formed surfaces as tiny murmurs, calibration of movement, wanderings in time. They are an emergent language from a preformative substratum, rather than a composed text. Without finitude, these weavings do not set out to forge conclusions. The weavings are experienced as a felt, primordial, precognitive language. They are woven in the spirit of the first moment of discovering, and render shape to thought in a world that is forever becoming."

-Anne West, Weaving Out Loud, Material Matters