I. Typed. These. Words.

I typed these words while sitting with my laptop, with a hot cup of oat-milk coffee in my hand. You don't have to agree with them, or think they're valuable. But you can imagine me, bleary-eyed, grumbling at my complex relationship with the words I write, even as I pound on my keyboard. And maybe, at that image, you'll smile, recognising a small piece of yourself. And we'll have a moment of…