it’s a mystery

[marcicat]

Me, while driving, squinting at the road: Are my glasses smudgy? Is my windshield dirty? Is it hazy? Is it foggy? IS IT CREEPING EXISTENTIAL DREAD AND FEAR OF THE FUTURE MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE WITH LOOKING TOO CLOSELY AT WHAT LIES AHEAD?

Me, once I get to work, looking at my glasses: Huh. Yeah, those are really smudgy.

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