Quick tilt

Lists are made. They shall be ticked off. Food shall be had. Laughter shall be heard. Efficiency shall be wrought. The day shall trickle away. Like dew at sunlight. Telephones shall be picked up. And voices shall be loud. But why? One shall be akin to machinery. Admiration is highly overrated.


I do apologise for the strange words and the strange shot. But that's how sometimes days are. And blip is a photojournal after all.