I is for Insouciance
This feels like a shade of April 1st. A dollop of apathy with a splash of unconcern, and a topping of carelessness. All this is baked in a soft pastry of nonchalance. It makes for a surprisingly interesting dish even though the feeling that insouciance awakens is that of an indifferent lethargy. Especially when its served with a tall glass of cool impassive languor.
“I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.”
-- Ogden Nash