Rabbit hole

For the last few days, I have been going down a rabbit hole, trying to figure out why this statement rings so true for me. It’s new-agey, almost cheesy, and it’s a misremembering of a quotation from a movie about yoga that I was watching while lying, paralyzed in bed by back pain.

Help?

Is this ennui?

As if disinteresting enough to be unmemorable, I always have to look up the definition of “ennui” when I think of the word. I like how the word sounds. It’s the “en”, that French “on”, that I find most attractive about the word. But, then, la langue de l’amour has always been attractive to me, maybe because I understand about as much of it as I do about love. Continue reading “Is this ennui?”