June 14, 2017
Everything she does is mediocre: her prose, her poems, the meals she cooks. Everything about her is mediocre: she has a a mediocre job; she lives in a mediocre home; she has a mediocre education, and she was born into a mediocre family. On the chart of mediocrity, she's not even at the top. No, she's smack-dab in the middle, for she dwells in the heart of mediocrity. Plenty of others are more mediocre than she is. They swarm about her with an outstanding sort of mediocrity. Nevertheless (naturally "nevertheless"), her mediocrity seems to be evolving. Perhaps she is entering hyper-mediocrity (or hypo-mediocrity), which either way is characterized by a certain invisibility. Indeed, she is fast becoming invisible. Very few, next to nobody, can see her, and if it weren't for her lack of distinction, her invisibility would be really something!