The Hamlet Project

The lock broke at the building I’m staying in. When they fixed it, my key no longer worked. It no longer did what a key is meant to do.

Sometimes I feel like that key – slotting in to that same old lock – but no longer able to do what I’m supposed to do.

Unlike the key, though, I have more than one slot – more than one purpose. So if one ceases to work, I’m not rendered useless.