Vesna McMaster - Lose

‘I’m going to lose it if you do that.’ A mild yet oddly menacing threat. The calculated aggression of weaponised volatility, of anticipatory justification. Or is it? Setting the limits of tolerance is a sensible deterrent strategy, but with vague threats like ‘lose it’, retaliation is potentially unlimited. ‘Let slip the dogs of war’ and who knows what they’ll get up to? A small typo makes it potentially even worse. ‘I’m going to love it.’ Rephrased: ‘in…’ Hang on, we’re back to the Bard, and Henry V in a light-hearted proposal scene. The religious warmongering zealot stops for a moment to marry the princess of the country he’s just pummelled:  ‘I love France so well that I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine’. Nut-job. ‘Losing it’ was left to his ill-fated progeny.