#didactic

The poet exuded,

an almost saint- like patience,

in the face of mounting

societal pressures.

He loathed war and

egotistical leaders.

He pitied the poor

and hated rich corporations.

He tried to address such

pressing matters in his writings,

By candle light, on wintry nights.

The words seemed to flow out of him

like dreams. He knew deep within

that it was all worth it.

Threads of conversation are lost

in the ether. Wires are crossed on

a regular basis. We pay

the costs for vain- glorious schemes,

when we could be dancing freely,

with dazzling words & images.

Butterfly minds can still outwit

the rigidity of crude systems,

yet freedom of speech is under

threat from mass media moguls.

This is the age of hysterical

reactions, not measured responses.

We could be one with each other,

but we hide behind frozen masks.

Modern communication does

not entail true communion.

Echo chambers limit thought

and expression. We need to use

technology's fine tools and blend

vast information with wisdom.

Write about nature.

Line with seven syllables.

Control de actividades para una mami 🫰🏻✨

So far nothing has been spellt out that much yet, I'm still around the 1/3 of the novel, yet I'm 90% sure Henry's and Sophy's stories would turn into a gay romance. But idk, maybe it's just me but one can build relationship without one character randomly seeing the other naked with bulging eyes. Or outright worshipping the other person with very suggestive thoughts after like a mere few days of knowing him.

And before anyone comes at me, the suggested, behind the curtain hetero sex scene was again very didactic and cheap way to justify pregnancy in the very next diary entry.

Anagrama

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