We are all devided. We are all fragmented. We argue. We shout. We holler. We face the abyss of our own making. We allowed the media to tear us apart. We allowed social media to drive the wedge further. We stopped listening. We destroyed society.
The glue of society, once tactile is now brittle and dry. It erodes, quickening as time moves on. The fibres straining against the tension. The tension pulling tighter and tighter. Once stable roots, now getting pulled from the earth. The tension heating the atmosphere and burning the uprooted trees.
We are all burning.
Staring at a blank page. Willing the words to come. Sweat starting to bead. A feeling of hopelessness, a deep seated belief that you’re wrong starts to resurface. Sadly, its only the tip of the iceberg.
Starting to worry, but there is no deadline. Is that better or worse? Do I need a deadline, would the words magically start to flow due to some constraint? Am I overthinking this?
How do I start? Do I start at the end and work back? Do I start at the beginning? Do I start in the middle and try and fill in either end? Do I need a template? Where is my style guide?
Ah, the doorbell.
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