Dull.

That’s a new one. New in the sense of a different adjective. Not new in uninformed opinions stemming from unlearned perspectives laced with unimaginative mindsets.

What does it take to discuss loaded terms in the company of those ready to challenge? Is it bravery or stupidity?

Dull.

Is it an observation or a statement of fact? Do academic qualifications still count?

Dull.

Is the heart numb or has disbelief become a forcefield from which one shields the vitriolic? Is a response necessary?

Once again time proves it moves but it’s healing power has a mind of its own. It’s interesting what happens when insects are pushed against a wall. Perhaps an unfortunate byproduct of those who claim their allegiance to colorblindness is their inability to see color altogether.

What happens when one doesn’t see color? Does one settle for a world of black and white?

Dull.

It’s contrasted against excitement. Engagement. We need to keep the students engaged. Who is the adult? Will the audience keep dictating the performance? How much longer will this tragedy go on?

Nelson Mandela once affirmed: “Though they talk of liberty and human dignity they are subordinate henchmen of the ruling circles.” Henchmen, of course. It’s funny when the subordination becomes too obvious.

Has it been three weeks already? Has it only been two weeks since the reply? But the reply was clandestine so perhaps it doesn’t count. Or at least it can’t count yet. There are no reviews. Not officially. Someone reset the hourglass. The reply must be open to be understood. Should we wait for the reviews?

Time is so funny sometimes. If nothing else, it will eventually give a verdict. To be or not to be… dull.