There are days when you are defeated by socks
It's cold in my flat, and socks keep me warm, and when I opened the drawer I found 7(!) single socks from different pairs. I don't even know what to say to that. Why do socks do that? More importantly, how?
I went to the mall and nearly got squished between the automatic doors because the photoelectric sensor didn't see me. Like, I was right there! Hello? It's like a philosophical aspect to your everyday life, the soulless technology telling you you don't exist. Fancy that.
The lady at the post office, looking at your passport, looking back at you, and asking of all things, 'Are you sure that's you?' I asked her if she meant it as an existential question. She looked at me like I was the weird one.
There are these days, you know.
I went to the mall and nearly got squished between the automatic doors because the photoelectric sensor didn't see me. Like, I was right there! Hello? It's like a philosophical aspect to your everyday life, the soulless technology telling you you don't exist. Fancy that.
The lady at the post office, looking at your passport, looking back at you, and asking of all things, 'Are you sure that's you?' I asked her if she meant it as an existential question. She looked at me like I was the weird one.
There are these days, you know.