Time crushed into a Friday night,
knowing that, on Saturday, one has to start thinking
about structure – about the starters, mains and plenaries,
the beginnings, middles and endings,
that will form the basis of the plans,
that, on Sunday, you will churn out,
ready for the weekday lives that
you are expected to give
structure to,
and knowing that – for you –
there is no structure.
No structure, because your life is not your own
to be structured.
You function only as a pixel – stuck fast
onto a linear line of someone
else’s institutionalised
and fictional
world.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 2019
Image by Manfred Steger from Pixabay
Inspired by a reading of an extract from ‘The Eyre Affair’ by Jasper Fforde, as shared by a member of the Colchester Scribblers Meetup group.
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Steal A Style: Savvy Writing Tips
Day 7.2: Newport – She Who Never Grew Up!
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