Wednesdays with Lois
Inspired by Renée's Wednesday Busk; "Someone who busks does it alone, lays themself on the line - their purpose might be to entertain or present a certain view, to get some money for food, sometimes a mixture of all. Busking has an expectation of short term interest, you need to pare the words down to the most important, repeat them. In the written context, a weekly busk should amuse or inform (hopefully both), or make someone think about a subject they haven't thought about before.
All those years to be my valentine
But I love that it was Love, not fear, that wrested you free in the end.
The rapture of Survival: A collage of post-Waitangi mundane delights
Lois realises in her list of delights, there are no mundane tasks. Is she lazy? Possibly. Probably. She is surrounded by people who excel at the domestic. Lois prefers to document the domestic.
Instructions for (not) Letting Go
A weird and short parable.
An editor lives in my head
Years ago, Lois used to argue with John in actual cafes. They would meet and he would have a long black and her and oat milk flattie. Sometimes they ate (him lasagne with side salad, her a scone which she'd barely touch).
What would happen if you were truly free?
"To get to a place where you could love anything you chose — not to need permission for desire — well now, that was freedom." - Toni Morrison
Returning to Omelas
The ones who walk away in Le Guin’s 1973 dystopian short story are those who refuse to accept that the price of their own freedom is the denial and violent suppression of someone else’s. But walk away to do what? To go where?