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The Crater
A bit of toilet humor
Last week I decided to clear up my email inbox. Thousands of messages sat there; messages I had no use for. The exercise is remarkable, my inbox was like a summary of my life, detailing the things I’d gone through for the last 16 years. There were conversations with friends who have now passed, a few long lost addresses allowing me to reconnect. There were even over a hundred leads I could use for one of my business projects in there. And there were lots of amazing memories. Those emails are as good as photographs.
If you have nothing better to do, I thoroughly recommend clearing out your inbox. I got rid of nearly 4000 messages. The very first message in my inbox is from myself, sent in 2004. It was a poem I wrote at work, whilst I was suffering from a mild bout of food poisoning. Reading it now, it still makes me laugh. It’s a puerile poem I wrote in a single sitting and sent to my closest friends. Back then I was in the habit of using my email as a place to save my ‘work.’
The poem is so childish that I wondered whether I should publish it, but only for a second. My modus operandi as a writer is to write. It’s that simple. If you like it, that’s great, and if you don’t, that’s too bad, but it doesn’t mean a thing.
There is a feeling
Many men have felt,
It precedes the armageddon
Many men have dealt.
