Wasted Space

There’s something disconcerting to me when people take my seat at a coffee shop as soon as I vacate it. The process is just an uncomfortable reminder of how easy it is to fill a space once I leave it; how easy it is to pretend the space was mine in the first place.


Seems convincing

Loose papers, a poorly placed effort to convince someone of something, but there is so much. So much somethings and rarely enough reasons to support them, and usually only one reason, really – money, and you wonder why it’s the bottom line to so many arguments like some universal premise to support every morally questionable conclusion. Valid. Argument’s Valid. Sound? There’s silence.