“Yolk”

The word’s pronunciation is, perhaps, quite ugly. There are no æsthetic rewards in its lettering, either. Yet, I can remember from very young “yolk” eliciting a complex and powerful response in me: the color yellow floods my mouth, accompanied by an ambient warmth glazing over whatever I’m thinking about. As I’ve aged, the sensation has unintentionally become vividly synonymous with “peace” or “stability”—and when I want to explain pleasure, yolks naturally come to mind.

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