There's nothing harder than writing about the present, & that's why M. John Harrison is a genius. Start reading him now.
"You sit over a one-bar electric fire in a rented room. As soon as you feel recovered from the commute you’ll boil some potatoes on the gas ring, then, three minutes before they’re done, drop an egg into the same water. You can hear the family downstairs laughing at something, some dressed-up…
"All very heads-down but worth it to have the security."
"i feel like i was into zombies before they were cliche" i pant through bloodied teeth. i bring the rock down again, smashing the remnants of the potato-sized antibody drone. destroying the transponder may delay the others by a few minutes, but the wound where the drone’s teeth bit in is bleeding heavily. they will find the scent.