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A day in a creative life
She stares at the half-finished piece on the table in front of her. The twisted bulb, too close to her head, hums and crackles, bathing her tiny studio in a flood of alien light.

The knot between her shoulder blades is hot. She imagines herself bursting into flames, nothing left for the coroner to find but a small, unrecognizable pile of ash.

And that bloody damned thing would still be sitting there, a final, glaring testament to an utterly failed artistic career.

Image by Sam Anvari

A celebration and a little surprise
Many years ago, I found myself watching a Hallowe’en street party. It was a nighttime Mardi Gras-style event, with costumes galore, ranging from discount store masks to full-on, enormous, made-from-scratch wearable sculptures.

I was distracted from the revelry by movement a few feet away from me, and just under my usual line of sight.

Once upon a time, the world had two channels
We had a black and white television when I was a kid. There were two channels.

Then it was a colour TV. There were still two channels.

Now we have a flat screen TV. We use it to watch movies. There’s no cable, no satellite, and no channels, because things have changed.

Things have changed.