I used to be one of those people who bragged about never watching TV.
It wasn’t a good look.
Like somehow that made me a better person.
(It obviously didn’t)
I missed out on loads of good stuff (although I have had the pleasure of catching up with said good stuff over the years).
Now, I love a good binge on Netflix.
It’s another form of storytelling, and although my milieu is books, I love all forms of storytelling.
It’s pure snobbery (and ableism and classism and elitism) to say the only way to “read” is through a physical book.
So here is my haiku to TV:
Oh moving pictures
Words and images alive
All my senses hit
Set a timer for 5 minutes and write about TV.
TTFN,
Vicky
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