Complicated

Florence or Marseille or both. Summer 2019.

Complicated

I can’t wait for this epidemic to be over and done with, so I won’t have to constantly hear the word “complicated” anymore. On TV, on the radio, from all interviewees in the last six weeks, the word has gone viral. All that was difficult, arduous, complex, tricky, painful or sad has now become “complicated”. Hey presto, one single hold-all so as to avoid looking for the exact adjective, and who cares about the depletion of language leading to the dumbing down of the masses, let’s blow them all off, we’ve got a right to intellectual laziness because these are “complicated” times. These last couple of days, alarmed scientists have been warning of the coronavirus possibly attacking the brain. It’s confirmed, and not only for the patients.