If places of the internet are artifice, then language is the substitute and it is mutated, it is art.
Art is to traverse the dreams that others offer us.
Make a sound, it is a place. A place named is a place created. We sing and name ourselves into existence and codify our experience into dreams, into parallel realities.
Language is codified and hidden, creative and illusory, present and in flux.
The word is the place you carry with you.
We name and sing our worlds into existence.
The amplitudes and frequencies of our words, our songs, become place and time.
It is utterance given form.