I read a lot today. My mind is spiralling into a curiosity that perhaps I too can describe the sights and emotions that course through me as vividly as Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. It makes me wonder how much of my life I’ve taken for granted assuming it to be mundane.
It also makes me think about my “voice”, that is my writing voice. I am not a person who always writes stream of consciousness, my confusions and happiness and fear plainly spelled out in my word choices, incoherent sentences and grammatical errors. Sometimes, I write with a distance. And I intend for that distance to read “scholarly”, “contemplative”, “deliberate”. But that type of typing makes me feel very far from the person I want to show the internet.
Word of the day: unflappability. I read it in an obituary. I’ve been reading more obituaries these days.
Unflappability refers to a relentlessness, a control. It reminds me of the word “unfailing” but more rough.
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