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
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
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 2019
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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