Word Vomit Challenge 2018: 280118

Scandinavian fixtures and the Space Age interior;

The brushed steel and pale wood will be delivered

tomorrow. Outside, an uncle sweep the ashes from red

altars the point blankness of an aircon light – Their rooms

are dim even in the morning; The primary school child squints

and divines their future. The primary school child might

dream of white teak tables and bleached walls and realize

how empty the visions of people in the past were. Everyone

forgets decor is still delivered by the laborious and not machines,

because machines do not pray for a windfall. Whether tomorrow

comes or not, they will struggle to light joss sticks with the light of smart screens,

decide on whether praying to altars or asking Google is the more efficient approach.

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