Tootfinder

I mowed the grass this morning “before it ~really~ gets hot”. People that say such an absurd thing know it’s a cruel trick of relativism, a kind of literary flourish to distract from the current suffering by illustrating how much more you could be suffering. Whatever. Both are still suffering.
Afterwards, I sat staring off into space stupidly, a person wholly in shock. It was ungodly hot.