There's something satisfying about defending your life and the lives of your comrades with something you'd find rusting on the floor of your garage.
It's hard to imagine even massive sums of money could produce so many shiny, streamlined skyscrapers in just a few decades. But damn, they're pretty.
At long last, my short is done!
I have this theory that in a good marriage, conflict shows up when you forget you know who this other person is.
I desperately want to write but you're going to have to put up with this mélange of nonsense instead.
It's friction. Maybe not friction that matters, but friction nonetheless.
The bends are sharp, the canyons are dark, and we can't see what's up ahead.