Feeling swallowed my work; clawing your way through its belly like you're Pinocchio and the big whale. Burnt out and bulldozed.
There's something to be said for sitting on rattan chairs and looking up at a tie-dyed sky. The same inky blue I saw in a dress earlier, the one I added to basket but never bought.
We’ve all adopted new habits during lockdown – whether it’s working out or baking or journaling or pondering the meaning of life while we get to grips with Russian grammar. So if you’re in need of inspiration, below are 10 things I’ve found myself doing more and more as a result of lockdown in a bid to be a less shit human.
Most of us have been on plenty of video calls over the past twelve or so weeks, embracing this new communication medium with open arms. But it's not all peachy.
Why don't you loosen the reins?
A gentle tug to prompt purpley, sunburnt, sooty shackles to the ground.
Why don't you lower the bar?
Before it slices your head clean off.
Social media is awash with colour and rage. Opening the app releases a tangle of feisty, hashtag-stuffed webs. Everybody's mouths are wide like venus fly traps, everybody's tongues are wagging more than usual.
Like feeling around in the dark, trying not to step on toes, fingers in eyes, teeth glinting, words warbling. Ignored and then repeated - if still ignored then give it up.
You used to make me feel like I couldn’t dress myself.
Like every piece of clothing lurking in my wardrobe wasn’t fit for purpose.
The weirdest time to be alive, shut off, in concave houses, dead to the world, except the delivery man.
Eyeing up a bench A bit of solid mass to sit upon and escape the cold And my ridiculous self Arrived too early and now I'm confused, anxious I retreat into a toilet to escape a self that can never be escaped from And it's tough knowing I did this to me A sort of… Continue reading This is going to be a bad day