My computer is whirring, the screen hot to touch. Close your tabs. I hear your voice, a little condescending I think. Those tabs are my future. People whose hands I’m going to shake, places with shitty foyers I’m going to walk into, pompous titles that I am going to claim. Those tabs, I say, are my past. People that didn’t want me in their places. Those tabs, I continue, are my present. The titles I imagine myself to have so I can convince myself to open more tabs. Those tabs are my ambition, in the mildest version of the word.
Surbhi Agarwal (she/her) has a BA in English Literature and has dreams of being a novelist. She currently works as a screenwriter for a production house. Instagram: @surbhiscribbles