by Erin Pineda
Wittgenstein argued that there is nothing beyond words - that words do not simply create reality; they are reality. I think of him like a brother. Those were my words. But that was before the night we got caught in the rain, and the bartender winked at you from across the table. Before the morning I woke up, hungover and tangled in your sheets. I think of him like a brother - I can hear my voice saying it, months ago now, but not even Wittgenstein can make it sound true.
Erin Pineda likes philosophy a lot, though she admits much of it contradicts her experience of the way things are. Erin is the author of How I Remember It.