I wrote this at 3 a.m.
Think about your name. Think of its letters being formed. In english. In your mother-tongue. In a fancy foreign language you learnt. Say your name out loud. It's an identifier, of course. But it doesn't stop at being just that. Oh, the dimensions it takes, the feelings it induces. Your name, rolling on the tongues of your family when you were just born . They feel the name.. judge it.. call it out loud to get used to it. Your name, from your toddler mouth. Probably pronounced wrong because you haven't mastered the sound of the words that make them up yet. Your name, you know it means different things. And that's why it makes you feel different things. It depends, right? It depends is calling it out. it depends on tone and context. You can differentiate between when your mother calls it. You know if she's calling you for lunch or to yell at you for something you did wrong just by the way she calls your name. Your name called in an anesthesised ...
