The Sandwich

Every so often you’ll come across something that you made anywhere between one day to one month ago.

It’ll be there sitting silently, bidding it’s time till you get at the exact right angle, that kind of slouched down angle where you can’t see your own feet anymore. 

A sandwich, drink, half eaten apple, just crusting up, moulding down, dehydrating. 

How many little packages have been left in your house like this, when will you find them?

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