There is a point where everything becomes a want of nothing.
Or rather, everything becomes an expectation with nothing returned.
Call it luck. Call it the zero state of a random roll.
The impossible odds of Senet.
Turn the page, take the shot, roll the dice.
May chance choose you as you choose chance.
Some people are born lucky,
But there are different kinds of luck.
Some strive for the extraordinary,
The one in a million.
I never had the one, but I had the million.
The ordinary luck.
The best kind.
The kind that does not roll a zero.
That knows never to expect nothing,
And instead has everything.
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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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