T H E E N D C O M M U N E

...the tongue of Zorza, the language isolate immemorial... and it is a weird but pretty language, obscure to me until the moment I fully understood it with the blink of a tiger's hungry eye: it is full of swaying diphthongs and triphthongs that flow about slowly and create ligament and tendon to dozen-lettered words ripe with many different meanings at once; it has a hissing, mysterious phonologic aura to it; vibrant and free-flowing... the speculations of the layman linguist such as myself would draw to the consonant-heavy harsh-soundingness of the Slavic tongues, particularly perhaps the western ones. It is reminiscent to some degree to old proto-Polish, although it is way denser with vowels, so it could not be that. As I mentioned, the triphthongal words are rather a standard variety than a hidden curious oddity –it is completely different from, say, Polish, or even Belarusian which I also considered, yet it definitely sounds Slavic. But it is different in some fundamental elements from everything I have heard before – the strange, random and loose syntax with which they construe their sentences was alien to me for the longest time, and the melodies and intonations they interweave into their speech are underpinned with a lot of emotion; it is almost as if emotion is a constitutional part of the language itself: they spit and throw ugly words, and they make love to beautiful ones… their language exacerbated my infatuations and I am now in love...