Pay sufficient attention and you will witness words fall out of favor. This morning, just after the clock struck eight minutes after four, one such verb came to mind: saunter. I suspect that word is on the way out. Perhaps it dates its user, when utttered or written; I certainly do not envision a twenty year old using it. But maybe I have a bias about youth and language that I do not recognize or acknowledge…maybe my reading of the word’s imminent demise is self-delusion. It’s entirely possible that, at eight minutes past four, the mind plays tricks on perception, wreaking havoc on one’s ability to interpret experience and observation. Maybe eight minutes past four is not the time to think.
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