It was our last day in California. We stopped along the beach to watch skateboarders. What struck me besides the shadows crisp against the metal was the lack of chaos – that there were only a few skateboarders on the course at a time, that turns were being taken. It occurred to me there was some sort of unspoken rule system being followed. A body language and a body of language I didn’t previously notice and I didn’t understand. This is how we move through the world, I thought. Into and out of bodies of language. How much have I missed? There must be a world out there that contains all of the meanings that get lost.