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It was always a little hard to see why you carried around that little bag of rubbish until you stood back and had a look.
There are a ton of different people in the world who will tell you about their own special rubbish packet. Their own brand of nonsense. The little bundles that help them get through the day. But you see it’s not really rubbish, is it?
It’s only rubbish when it’s in your way. When you carry something around a lot it can get banged up, dirty, dishevelled. Like an old soft toy; loved beyond recognition by all apart from the person who loved it enough to take it absolutely everywhere.
This ‘rubbish packet’ sits at the tips of your fingers, in the folds of your mind. It’s as much ‘you’ as any story you tell yourself about the meat bag you carry through life.
However, it’s more special, more precious, and more individual than any bunch of protein assembled according to 300 billion-year-old lines of code, bastardised and broken by an uncaring universe. That little packet is your companion, your guardian against the dark, your truest self. Keep it safe, keep it deep if you have to, but for God’s sake keep it.
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This is the first example from of a new writing exercise I’ll be uploading here regularly. I’m basically using a technique called ‘automatic writing’ which allows stream-of-consciousness writing to get the creative juices going. Since they’re stream-of-consciousness I can’t be sure they’re all child appropriate so they’ll all go here rather than my usual site.
I quite like this one, hope you do too. I’ll try and do a new one every day but I can’t be sure it’ll always be worth an upload.
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