bad election

i’m freewheeling with neil in a sodden cloud

commiserating on the unproud

behold the convict’s re-ennoblement

i live with my pain, i own it 

and i don’t care who knows it

chain-whip for a strain 

against the pain

with every novel 

life-stage crisis 

i achieve a new, anal

level of organisation 

i remember tidying my room after a particularly bad bout of depression aged about 18. i think it helped. i remember even at that time being always stressed out about the files on my computer. and my email inbox. i had no systems. files had stupid names. data was saved all over the place on various hard disks. at some point i actually managed to lose gigabytes of original music recordings i’d made over many years. i’m getting stressed typing this.

when i had a bit of an identity crisis after being diagnosed with autism, amongst other things, i assembled all my school reports cards and exam certificates. and i sorted though all my emails since i got a gmail account in 2007. i try and maintain a system of sorts now. i like to keep my flat tidy.