A few mildly-interesting shells I found over the past week of early morning walks along the beach of thought.
A shirt with “Faith in Nothing” across the front
Inverted dirt maps
We ate all the spices and left
Expanding the Crème Brûlée Windowing Function
Probably the last time
The collection of castoffs and false starts
Blind bull of emotion
“You’ll be so much less interesting when you burn all of that intensity out.”
Second-guessing the machine
Thirst recognition amidst systemic dehydration
Made for pussyfooting
The gold beneath the dirt of the path