texture
Maybe this is all identity is in the end. A shape left briefly in the world.
I was searching for batteries, and found mortality.
Looks like middle management has molted.
There was no attempt at diplomacy.
There’s probably a lesson here, but I’m at lunch.
Somebody’s day went sideways.
Too early to go to work, too late to go home.
Letting the morning happen.
Running a little early today.
Not helping the motivation level.
