you're walking down a beautiful waterside bridge in kyoto during cherry blossom season. there's really delicious smelling grilled eel from the store next to you. there's a swedish lady walking by you with a cute accent. your skin feels slightly sticky from humidity.

what i just wrote doesn't even begin to encapsulate the entirety of that moment. there were a million other details your brain can form about that moment: the style of brick on the bridge, the other people around you, the sun being in your eyes, that you're smelly bc you forgot deodorant that morning.

to put it shorter: a picture is worth a thousand words. and the author is saying that by having to use language to describe pictures, we have a huge bottleneck