my big bro is taking the motorbike to see dad today and at fifty years old i’m fine with knowing I won’t be hanging off the back of that thing even when I was a twenty something I would get nervy and not quite get over the sense of exposure being one jitter away from grating my extremities against the asphalt so I resign myself to a half-term lock-in with a small pile of assignments to mark and then it’s a typical summer where I know pennies only come from heaven for those that are already blessed and so I clamber into the sewers looking for treasure or to grind for XP against rats and slimes but word got out on tiktok and now the sewers are absolutely choc-a-bloc with gig workers and even the rat supply is getting thin so I’ll return to my writing desk and try to tune in to my own particular frequency of slop to produce the kind of thin gruel that has a trace of bone in its base that’s enough to reassure the reader that a biological life form was involved at some unspecified point of its creation which is more than I can say for the essay that I’m marking right now
29/5/2026
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