And I know what you’re thinking: Aren’t you a writer? Ain’t that your whole raison d’être? That’s a French word I learned from a Nigerian dame. I don’t speak French but I speak existence. I speak fear. I speak insecurity. I speak it all when it’s some unknown hour of the night and I’m flying through the skies and doing my best to figure out why some woman I met is stuck in my head at a time in my life when the thing in my head keeps spilling out into the real world.
