this morning #1447.

this morning, at long last, the words leapt up off the page in a furious flash. active speech. they spun & hung up in the air just long enough to grab my attention before crashing back down in a splash across the page. the loquacious world of whiplash language. i loved it. all these luscious sentences that i’d read and, as far as i knew, understood. it’s not like i hate reading. it’s not like i’m some dummy. i just wasn’t raised to appreciate a good turn of phrase. it’s like dad always used to say: “words are for nerds.” now that i’m an adult & he’s dead, i opt to ignore the influence of his ignorance. embrace all the great authors have to offer. i think i’m a better man more studious human because of it.