This is the Iron Age —
an era where I no longer eat meat
and only drink Irn Bru.
The room is cluttered with empty containers,
because I've been consuming more —
more than my fair share —
and I've not focused on creating,
on building, on growing.
Somebody else has already
written the novel I want to write
about a woman with small problems
and meager solutions.
So I must focus on something else —
some other means of making art
for art's sake.
