Unhelpful

I like words that conjure up images and sounds. Like ’scurillous.’ That word is cool, because every time I hear it, it makes me think of a squirrel, happily eating nuts and frolicking in a grassy field filled with wildflowers.

Normally, this is where I would put in a counterpoint that is as equally disturbing as the squirrel image is idyllic. But I can’t think of anything disturbing right now.