Mugwump: Clean Slate By

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

And in that void, a single, fragile power: the choice of what to draw first. clean slate by mugwump

The chalkboard of the year stood before her, not erased, but smeared—a ghost-trail of Januaries and Septembers, of promises half-drawn and resolutions half-scrubbed. Each gray smudge was a word she'd choked on, a plan she'd abandoned by February, a version of herself she'd tried to dust away but couldn't quite. a plan she'd abandoned by February

Now , the silence said. Now or never.