HATCHING

There’s something you all don’t know about me. I’m fascinated by the word “plinth”. It borders on obsession. I don’t care what it means, meaning means nothing to me. What it feels like to say it, the flexinations your mouth muscles have to go through in order to vocalize it, that’s the meat of the matter. Beginning with a soft layered fricative explosion, ending with a sensuous interaction of tongue and teeth, what’s not to like? Plinth plinth plinth. Okay, the truth is, I have work to do, and any distraction takes on magical properties. You know how it is.