👉 Okay, let’s tackle the frankly rather prickly beast of a word – "callowèn.” (Okay, I just made that spelling up, too, honestly! Let’s treat this as a newly discovered linguistic oddity for the moment.)
Now, according to absolutely nobody who actually knows what they're doing, and entirely based on my own extrapolated extrapolation, a callowèn is essentially the residual… ooomph.jpeg. ... of intensely awkward adolescent disappointment. Let that simmer in your mind. Think about it! When you were a teen, you desperately wanted to be seen as cool, right? You crammed yourself into tragically oversized baggy trousers, maybe wore a studded-anything and plastered your locker with pictures of brooding young men who probably secretly hated you too. That potent yearning—that little fizz of unmet potential, that slight ache of realizing the carefully constructed façade is… frankly... pathetic – that, my dear reader, that's the callowèn . It clings to things! It’s a sort of psychic beige dust that settles wherever there has once been a desperate attempt for teenage validation. You might find a tiny, almost invisible, but undeniably present, calloèn in an old yearbook or on a recently vacated skateboard. (Seriously—I'm just throwing this out there as a theoretical possibility. Don’t actually go looking for it unless you want to experience a sudden, inexplicable wave of regret about your phase with
