A bad metaphor.

A bad metaphor. Drawing Luke Hockley.

A bad metaphor. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I have a new laptop. Well, it was a new laptop…but I would no longer call it new.

The reason?

The screen has greasy finger marks and unexplainable splotches all over it.

When it was new it was completely clean.

I loved it being new…but also there was something too pristine about it.

It’s like ageing I suppose.

Something is both lost and gained as I get older.

That’s a pretty bad metaphor.

I think that is probably the worst metaphor I’ve ever written.

Blah.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,375

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