As luck would have it, there’s somewhere called Earwig Corner near here. And, here in the UK at any rate, “earwigging” is another word for eavesdropping. So this challenge was right up my street.
And, boy, do I love to earwig. It’s the writer in me, I suppose. I’m interested in other people, in their stories. I’m interested in who they are and what’s going on in their lives. And then I’m also fascinated by the language they use and their tone of voice. That’ll be the thesp in me.
For the most part, my earwigging is non-interventionist and harmless. I’m not a spy, just curious. For the most part, everything I hear is entirely mundane and washes in and out of my brain, leaving nothing behind except a tide mark – a general impression of how everyone is. For the most part…
This week the barometer of the populace read “unsettled”, with a side helping of “disconnected”.