STARING AT IT, it was clear that it was wildly misshapen. It looked nothing like the online photographs of bee hotels that I’d based my design on.
Pieces of wood jutted off at wild, challenging angles; vast gaps appeared along seams that were supposed to be seamless. The whole thing appeared to be a satire of the very concept of geometry.
I’m not sure if cubist-era Picasso ever designed bee hotels; if he did, he’d have been proud of the travesty I’d created. “I’m sure it’ll look great when it’s finished,” my girlfriend chimed in optimistically. “It is finished,” I replied.
Lockdown
As society re-emerges from the cocoon of lockdown, everyone will have their own personal reckoning with whatever hobbies provided the valuable emotional crutch to see them through their isolation.
Some will be all too glad to move on, and countless sourdough starters will be consigned to the backs of fridges where they will rapidly putrefy and no doubt become the breeding grounds for new, far deadlier viruses from which we will soon all…
