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  • Every weekday I leave the house, leave my toddler's cuddles, leave the cat his food, leave things undone, and step into the bubble that is my journey.

    There are no pressures within the bubble, just time passing and houses passing by the bus window, the train window, the narrow gap in my hood held tight against the rain as I walk. But the world and its pressures look in on me. So I wait and think and plan and imagine.

    Then I arrive and step out of one bubble and into another.
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