#undeveloped idea

To cringing at sexual politics in nightclubs, To voting based on feeling, and warmth, and surging excitement, To relief when the hot sun goes in for another nine months, To boredom on Christmas, To all non-seasonal emotion, To despair as the future one-ups itself for bleakness, To refusal to blink in the face of its approach, To not buying newspapers, To demanding to be told a more true story, To neglect of exercise, To judging each other based on our clothes, To joy on a day that someone will die, To crying on days when people are born, To splintering our voices, To wasting money on a university education (for its own sake), To entering long-term relationships with social media companies, To wanting our art to be thought of as worth something, To defining ourselves, To asking for more, To settling for less, sometimes, To upsetting rightwing grandparents, To apologising for our painful crushes, To being left cold by the opening of A level results, To making new words, irreverent, To terror at sprawling afternoons, unstructured by to-do lists, To doubting mechanical, soundbitten rationalisations for savegery, To fogging our lightweight minds, To denial of our political delusions, To wanting to plaster our new rooms with photos of our old friends, To sitting in the shower, sometimes for twenty minutes, To seeing the interior of minds we are told to hate, To imagining each other naked, To dreaming twisted comeuppances for the world to hand out, To allowing our bullies to impress us, To enthusiasm (unbound, limb-springing, mind-sparking), To hoping, To giving up, To self-romanticising, We plead guilty,