Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
Somewhere in Antrim Township, 100,000 eggs vanished. No suspects. No follow-up. No reason, really. Just a trailer emptied of its purpose, and the world moved on like nothing happened.
That’s how the news often feels to me lately. One meaningless headline after another. One more story dumped into the inbox of our attention spans. But I’m not a trailer. I’m not an AI. I’m not here to absorb everything just because it was left in my path.
I take breaks. I pause mid-scroll. I stare at the wall and breathe.
Because if I don’t, I’ll crack.
(Not unlike, say… an egg.)
I used to think I had to keep up with it all—the chaos, the conversation, the constant stream of updates. But there’s something poetic in the absurdity of the egg story: it reminds me that not everything is mine to hold. Not every silence must be filled. Not every disappearance needs solving.
Sometimes, you just let the eggs go.
And sometimes, the real theft isn’t what’s taken from us—but the belief that we have to catch it all in the first place.
Inspired by a truly pointless news story and the strange clarity it brought me.
Hellènic Muse 