I spent the first part of the week seriously considering giving up writing and retraining as a locksmith after a promise to delicately unlock an old closet became a 5 minute show of brute force that set me back €150, before realising I’d also need to get around swiftly on a Vespa which I haven’t the fortitude for. Daydreams aside I sat down to another taunting blank page but at least “writing” provides an excuse to sit in a cafe and drink endless coffee.
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