Lists divide or leave divided.
They offer only the ‘relationship of accumulation’, they refuse the definite relationships put onto words through the syntax of language. They are made up of disconnected elements, they ‘turn the flowing legato of a literary account into the jarring staccato of real being’.
We have found comfort in the relations between units, we prefer continuity and smoothness over fitfulness.
The disjunction of lists is emphasised by their off-pitch sounds instead of flow.
‘Lists remind us that no matter how fluidly a system may operate, its members nevertheless remain utterly isolated’.
They are inexpressive, they free us from the mode of representation.