Author’s Note
There’s a strange kind of disorientation that comes from feeling like your life should make sense… but doesn’t.
Like you missed a chapter.
Or something important got cut before you ever had the chance to understand it.
Lost the Plot leans into that feeling–but not just on a personal level. It questions what happens when the narrative itself isn’t entirely yours. When the direction shifts, not because it should… but because something behind the scenes decided it needed to.
We’re often told that confusion is internal.
That if we feel lost, it’s something we need to fix within ourselves.
But what if part of that feeling comes from the story constantly being rewritten?
From forces we don’t see, shaping outcomes we’re expected to accept?
This piece sits in that space–between personal disconnection and a growing awareness the “plot” might not be as natural as it seems.
Sometimes it’s not that you lost your way.
Sometimes… the story changed without you.
— Rowan Evans

Lost the Plot
Poetry by Rowan Evans
I feel like I’ve been
getting lost a lot lately.
Like I’ve forgotten
who I was,
who I am—
who I was becoming.
I’m feeling like
I’ve lost the plot,
like the studio
lost the reel
that we shot.
No longer
can I see
where I began.
We got cancelled
before we
got going.
We never saw an end.
But we weren’t
cancelled because of
interest.
We were cancelled
because the studio
got scared.
Ratings were good.
The audience cared.
But they cared too much.
It was causing
connection,
so the studio
had to change
direction.
The studio,
needs the divide—
keeps people
scared and wide-eyed.
So there’s always
someone—
to point to,
to name as the bad guy.
The boogeyman.
So we look to the stars,
as if they could solve
the problems.
As if it wasn’t
the studio—
the writer’s room
behind every decision.
It was them—
in the writer’s room,
rewriting endings
we never got to reach.
Ratings be damned.
The show goes on—
we just don’t
exist in it anymore.
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