On a pier atop a black, shimmering ocean, a crowd wanders beneath the dark sky. A group of college friends loudly stumble down the pier searching for the next adventure.
We have an first world epidemic on our hands: every year millions of cell phones tragically slip through the fingers of their masters and break their screens.
The Donut man knows what he does and enjoys doing it. Each and every morning, especially on Sundays, he rises from his tray and gets ready for the day.
Journeying through the forest, you find yourself before a fork in the road. There’s no signage around to give you direction, so you glance between the paths attempting to find a difference.
Both sides of any argument, especially political, have their fair share of bigotry, the complete intolerance of differing opinions. Literally everyone falls prey to confirmation bias and its hundred children slyly luring you to false certainty in your beliefs.