Hominid Gruntles

I wished to wave goodbye to my wife.

I couldn’t.

She was receding from me, now.

Trailing off, fading.

I couldn’t wave. I had lost the gesture.

I began to lose all gestures.

I began to lose words.

I began to lose language!

Language itself was receding, being lost!

(How I will be able, without language, to continue relating this to you is not a problem which will be engaged here.)

I’m going back, back, back.

I’m going back before language and gesture.

I’m going back 3.2 million years in time.