I don’t know what’s more curious to watch, a steely feminist shaking the loose lint off her partner’s collar, or a velvety mimosa which is breathing the co-dependence of her other half and also paying the bill.
Two tables away from me, in a depressing food court where the American donuts are wrapped in pink, blue and vernal shades, and the lemon tarp is abusively crammed into disposable plates, both of the phenomena happen instantly, daringly avoiding each other . Hundreds of smaller bubbles are born from their lack of touch, generating social phenomena, models and phobias, avant-garde, emotional deficiencies, standards or multi-sophism.
Original artwork by @sandrabazavan