It’s been a while since I did one of these! Today’s daily prompt is:
500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?
What the archaeologist would find at the front of the house would much resemble what they would expect: technology. To the rear, where I am located, it would be similar to that found in the early 20th-century, the only difference would be the authors of the books and the printing and binging techniques of the books. This is what happens when a computer scientist lives with a Literature graduate and book enthusiast! Sorry Ms Archaeologist of the future, I ain’t making this easy for you!
But I can recommend literally anything from my bookcase, I’m just sad it got so damaged!
Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.
I never give actual names to objects, but my laptop is my baby. I adopted her on the 13th November 2012, and though she has undergone surgery on two occasions we have been together almost constantly since. We’ve shared a lot of good times together, and she is the reason I got through my degree. People criticised her for being small, having Windows 8 and being touch screen, but I love her all the same.
I’m not sure what I will do the day she finally leaves me.
Today’s Daily Prompt poses:
When was the last time a movie, a book, or a television show left you cold despite all your friends (and/or all the critics) raving about it? What was it that made you go against the critical consensus?
Today’s Daily Prompt poses a question:
A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?
Today’s Daily Prompt led me back to a poem I wrote just under a year ago about the physicality of anxiety. I edited a little in line with the changes and experience a few months can bring.
down the lanes
through the tunnels
rushing rushing rushing
at the centre
abandoning the epicentre
the walls crumble