It is unsual. Also, scary.
I read a poem by Neruda or a story on India in The Economist. My eyes scan words. Quickly. The fine inheritance from a cluttered News Feed. Invariably, I will jump to another story. A hyperlink. A recommended post at the bottom. A share by a friend. I consume a tsunami of words. But there is no time to ruminate. No intent rather.
I think the brain is a fine chap. A fast-learner. Like the stomach, it understands junk. Intuitively. So it shuts shop. It creates a Wall. Irony alert. So that we do not engage in mindless banter.
But it takes as much time to open too. Perhaps more.
Words, once evoked feeling. I read. Leaned back on the chair a bit. Stared into space. The brain chewed upon Neruda. For a short while, it took me to his world. And I returned. With a lot. But most importantly, with a word.
Beautiful.
Moving.
Evocative.
Inspiring.
Romantic.
Idealisitic.
Annoying.
Illogical.
Shallow.
Half-baked.
Simplistic.
A word before the word. To define my world.
But today,
I miss Adjectives.
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