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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. βWrite about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichokeβ I read, and flex my fingers. βWrite a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.β βWellβ, I think to myself, βthis should be fun.β But βwrite about a system that isnβt workingβ? A system that isnβt working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isnβt working? The sexiest system that isnβt working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady βall onβ setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesnβt work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights whenβ¦. Whenβ¦. Whenβ¦.
Comments (3)
Ohhh this one hits! I love the way the shower becomes both the crying and the healing. Showers really are the unofficial therapist of the human race. π
Very moving and the perspective is neat.
This felt so relatable. Loved it a lot!