Today is the first day where I try (tried?) to be an author.
I started to write down some things that make me happy or fun to say as the words, syllables, sounds cascade across my tongue. The Bard is right ,”speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounce it to you, trippingly on the tongue…” Trippingly, what a word. It’s like satin on the tongue.
But sadly, everything I wrote was uninspired and uninspiring. I started to play around the concept of “spice of life.” Like, what is? Vanilla? Caramel? Something existential like experience or diversity. I have no idea.
I will leave you with an old poem I made for Tumblr a few years ago.
My Quest 