A funny thing happened when I took down the recyccling.
To preface: there is a small wooden open bookshelf tucked into the far corner. When people part with items that are still functional (however that applies to the object in question), they will put it on a shelf. Kind of like the Little Free Library. Give one, take one.
Today I found a small jar. It feels like it belongs in the 1970s. I was hooked.
I got upstairs, and showed Marlo my find. And I said to her:
Pandora’s Box let forth all the evils of the world,
What came out of this jar?
It struck me.
Keys.
And now I have a rough outline for a play that came from nowhere.
That’s not true.
It also came from this jar.
A muse.
Polyhymnia. (Not everyone gets Calliope.)
Welcome back, inspiration. I’ve missed you.
Bonus points if you uncover the unintentional clue as to what the play will be about.
Even then, you would only be half-right.
Oh man, this is gonna be fun.
And funny.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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