Word Celibacy

I had it coming for a while. The silent period. Word celibacy. It’s time for me to shut up.

Ever since I set foot in Greece – the proud nation of feta, moussaka and hairy backs I’ve been losing my ability to speak. Not that I’m losing my voice or anything that exciting. No. But words seem to be slipping my mind lately. Slowly but surely. like the logical center of my brain where I structure my sentences and compose my sounds went on Summer camp or something. Neither of my languages seem to be in play any longer and it’s a struggle for me to compose a rational sentence. So instead of enduring the frustration of sounding like a blonde illiterate I’ve decided to shut the ‘F’ up and retreat into word celibacy. What will it be like to spend one whole day of only listening and being on ‘mute’…?

Hmm… I’m contemplating this over a really good espresso with milk and grapefruit juice at the bar of The Atlantic Hotel facing the pool. In the horizon the deep, blue ocean is painting a very beautiful picture… This is not the worst place to be in celibacy after all…