The pile of words

I had a pile of words silted on my hard drive. Mine, I thought, and yet not mine. Today I realised they were nothing more than the old rags of a dressing-up basket, second-hand finery and cheap bits of ribbon, make-do-and-mend for any occasion. They were no more than the ones and noughts of binary, the individual and the vacancy.

They are gone now, and my heart feels lighter.

3 Replies to “The pile of words”

  1. Well they weren’t actually assembled by me so I couldn’t really hand them on but I’m sure they’re not going to waste and are being efficiently recycled.

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