Without a paddle…
Welcome to a version of hell.
Your hard drive collapses… the one you didn’t back up… the one with all those words… words you laboured over… words you can’t remember… words now lost forever.
You convince yourself it didn’t matter… until you accept that it does… because denial is a tedious and cruel cancer.
It takes conviction – post loss – to continue conjuring words that make more sense than money. But it’s never about choice and always worth the insomnia – because when nothing else matters… everything is possible.