blase eat id Blase was an answer in Mondays' daily crossword I tore from the newspaper. We work on them together, sometimes, usually just before bed. It was such an obvious answer for me, the answer to my apathy over these many months. An inability to feel much emotion...other than anger, perhaps. Well, and love, obviously. Bursting love when I smell him, or tangle my fingertips in his hair. Everything but him is the colour and taste of blase. Perhaps that is the result when one has been abandoned by her many dear ones. She feels the colour of her fair skin, blase. 050713 what's it to you? who go blather from