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