It starts with a sip. Then a thought. Then a spiral of all you meant to tackle—the unfinished tasks that linger in your mind. By the time you return, the coffee will be cold, faintly bitter. You reheat. You vow to finish—but forget again. Some loops run in circles, always starting with a sip.
Relatable
-
The Forgotten Mug
-
Bin Day Photo Finish
There’s a sweet rush in catching the lorry at the end of the road: lid flapping, wheels rattling, you with the sprint of a modest legend. The crew clocks you, gives the tiniest nod, and the bin goes up like a trophy. You saunter back, trying not to pant and thinking. This counts as cardio, right? Champion of rubbish, by a second.
-
Bin Day Ballet
Just past six, half-dressed, I lug bins down the drive, clumsy and hurried, signalling the reluctant start of the week. The neighbour offers polite indifference as wheels thunder and lids slam. A hush follows, calm after chaos. There’s no applause—just the dependable kettle waiting to begin the real routine.
-
Wrong Recipient, New Identity
You press ‘send’, spot the name, and feel your soul bolt. You script an apology, daydream about relocating to a cave. You settle for ‘Oops, wrong chat’—then promise yourself: next message, you triple-check and live to text again.