Disposable paper cups are actually made of plastic.
Marketing makes my blood boil.
How can a colour be colour…
I have been neglecting my writing over the last week or so. I am painfully made aware of this when I glance at my Medium stats.
Yes, alright Medium, I know I’ve been slacking. I’m working on it, ok?
Walking through a concrete valley ringed by looming buildings.
Concrete benches scattered like naturally occurring outcrops of rock.
The mist of the morning is not mist.