the kitchen tap is leaking again. i didn’t turn it around tight enough after doing the dishes. and now every few minutes, i have to bear the sound of that single drop collect enough weight and then fall with a ‘plopp’ on the steel of the basin. it irks me. but i won’t get up and away from the sofa, from under the blanket, from the laptop rested on my thighs, to twist the tap back in place. i tell myself, maybe i won’t hear the sound if i play some music. i tell myself, maybe i won’t waste a lot of water if i let it be all night. i tell myself…i must write this down….and such is life at this very moment.

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