I’ve been working from home a lot recently as it is easier to write like this. I can access food anytime, sing as much as I want without disturbing anyone, and work as late as I want without the hassle of getting to and from the office.
Zero garbage — pinch my arm, somebody, for I must be dreaming. But I cannot be if I’ve received a wake-up call, as have you all, from the doughty villagers who rose up as one man and stopped us ‘cityzens’ from polluting their homes. I salute them
You tear it up
I pick up the pieces and reuse
You listen to cruel experiments without flinching
I feel sick and want to cry
U discuss slippers and handbags and criticise my hair
Can’t you see I don’t care?