Some oddly sculptured words get stuck to my ears. I look them up and they sit into my internal dictionary with a logic of their own. Osmosis. Mitigate. Concoction.
I play around with them like they were plastic animals, unable to decide whether the setting resembles a jungle or a farm, or if I got some archaic dinosaurs in my hands?
Where do they roam? In an imaginary past that truly existed but none of us knows first hand yet we picture it like we did and so it does?
The same way future lies ahead.