For the last week or so, I’ve been beset by a flu-like ague. My eyes are tearing constantly and my nose is running so fiercely, it’s as if I just listened to Taylor Swift’s latest breakup tune. A cough, deep and frightening, not only rattles my bones, but makes me feel like I’ve just done fifteen hundred sit-ups in the last 10 minutes. There’s a silver lining, of course. I’ve had time to consider my mortality and the frailty of human existence - but even better, I’ve been wildly creative too, as I now describe.
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