apropos of nothing
December 06, 2008
There is Rust in My Mouth
As a youth I studied French. At one time I was, if not fluent, conversant. I could speak.
But, like washboard abs, sexual appetite, and memory, language is ruled by the law of use it or lose it. I’ve lost my French. It is rusted beyond recognition.
I used to write here. And then I stopped. The world got too small, and living even the smallest slice of my life in public became uncomfortable. But I’ve missed it, and I’m ready to write a slice here and there.
I’ll be in France for a few days next week. And I’ll be here.
Rusty, but talking.
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