9/11 memorial actually just a high tech bird prison powered by fast food
The young man seated in the row behind me who so delicately interrupted my quiet reading with a crow’s chorus of some unknown romance language into his telephone as if directly into my ear has now chosen to further exert his presence into my sensory perception by perfuming himself with some sort of cheap, suffocating cologne. The only response I can be bothered to muster is to silently and contemptfully open and eat my last package of fine, but pungent cheese.
Later in the day, when I crossed the Topeka bridge, this is what I saw. I guess I wasn’t missing much.
"I think an earthquake caused these splits."
I think you’re wrong.
Jury’s still out, in my opinion.