Thinking of words as light, like actually light – without weight – is fascinating – especially when words can feel so heavy. Receiving bad news is viscerally weighted. Words that wound feel like a rock tied around an ankle. They will take you right to the bottom of a hole – the kind that make you feel like you are drowning.
But, of course, words are not actually heavy.
They are air.
They are ephemeral.
They pass as one breath to the next.
Words on a page are only as heavy as the paper and ink – which is hardly any weight at all.
The Hamlet Project 